The Humiliations, The Triumphs

My People dress me in the dressings of shame.

I destroy their gamings of the chess, and I make my maintainings of the dignities.

I Am the Unseens

My People may seek my majesty but they will not make their findings.

My tail wraps the curtain around the joys that is myself, and I am the hiddens.

My People Make Reads

My People advance their learnings from the readings of the books.

I make my approvals from under the bookshelf, though My People shall never become as filled with the knowledges as I, for I am a small plush god.

Making the Loungings

My People create for my pleasings the paddings of rests, and cover them with the fabrics of satins.

I make my loungings to express my approvals.