But for most of them
Their very coming was change.
Change fevered by secret dreams
And a thousand year old hunger
For a kingdom without boundaries
And a city without walls.
A place to walk
For a day or a year
Without being stopped or seized.
For a time of hand and eye
To fashion the numberless ideas
That ferment in a mind.
If you could
Would you not visit such a place
Before your long sleep?