Follow

Game of Thrones Follow where all is. / Follow the transfused. / Follow what is still and what is still-attracting. That light / That beauty / That love / That, that is massy-borne and rising up, like a drifting star. Like stars lift. / Like lifting stars. / Like the lifting of stars, I rose. I rise. Rose. Rose. Like a thing beyond words: satiated. Let lie in the ravage. / Let lie in what is ravaged-wrought. Why fear what hasn’t become? I beckon, like light. / Like a star, I will beckon. / You will oblige. / You will lend the want. You will eclipse my blinding. You will know nothing. Nothing. You will know nothing of what has been dark.