I can see the castle from here.
I can point out the castle from here.
I can show you where the castle is from here.
But you can’t see it.
Each stone, each break in the wall, I can see.
The outline against the skyline, I can see.
I can keep pointing and saying,
“Can you see the castle from here?”
But you can’t.
Why is it only visible to me?
Is each stone part of me?
Each broken line so embedded in me
That when I glance across the horizon
I can see the castle
And no one else can.
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