Tarame was by all acounts a mere mortal
no faerie or shapeshifter or vampire or god
no urge to throw on a cape and cowl
and toss himself around like Batman
instead he carved beneath a magnifying glass
tiny sculptures of frail people from matchsticks
and set them afoot in gardens he tended himself
along the window sills of the house where he lived
so between him and the world (and possible Naraka)
grew garden parties where his creation watched the sea
and counted the days by sunrise sunset and the tide
because mere mortals need make believe to believe
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