...king...call you King if you are in my inner circle... if that there is that ring... even though... even though i would want to salute you in person... even though i'd rather call you King everyday rather than the far and in between spaces that most relationships fall under...
...the sword is close to hand... sometimes plunging in... more near me than near to me... more inside than outside... you wonder why i would strut... you wonder why i no longer do... i learned the first noble truth...
...king of swords... a king perched on a throne alone partially on a tree lined neighborhood... partially in the clouds...
...a king of a castle... suburbs... the american dream... made it... you did... and now you sit alone... now you slouch... now you are on a throne... the king of your castle with no one to interact with... no wonder you hold a sword... a sword ready to plunge like a mass shooting...
...in the name of...
...perhaps the Truth will turn you off... leave you in a space of repulsion... material feels too good... it feels good when it is good... when it's around... before suburbs creep in... before it's over... so we hold on tight... embrace nightly... knowing the end is close... the end is coming... we are ending... and now we are texts... we are absentee king and queen... what happened to us?...
...king of swords... and now you wind down down the road... singing a song we all know...
,,,age is happening... time is happening... however wild and crazy...
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