I mattered, alone on the dais,
before the collapse, the fall,
the hobbled horse.
I mattered the way the light matters,
and the sound of a sword,
and smoke from a sigil.
In every step in the sand, I mattered,
and in the wind, in the wing
tipping toward the sky,
in the leap from severed stone,
the shattering symbols,
before I awoke here.
