Towers

Towers

The watching fields are held on earth - 
Wavering in silence, filled with eyes and nerves
Elongated by towers, stretching at angles;
Each clearing becomes a turreted fortress
Watching over the dreams of bodies.
The living world unchanged, yet seen.
As its dreams bleed through all borders,
All felt in unseen ripples, churning 
Through all veins, all corridors,
All places where surfaces meet the sky.