Welcome to my castle

Welcome to my castle. You look surprised;
the walls expand, contract again.
You touch stone, reach for the beginning
and end of time which breathes through my windows.
Wat then remains? You return your gaze.
Only the echo of the echo of a sigh.

Draw open the curtains of your eyes
and see the borders of my estate in the sky.
Water rustles under and through my drawbridge
to oceans which raze across all continents.
What then remains? I return my gaze.
Only the echo of the echo of a sigh.

You seem a stranger; draw near, look around.
From your dreams you already know this picture,
and upon whatever my castle’s base
is built, it still remains earth.
What then remains? We return our gaze.
Only the echo of the echo of a sigh.
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