Monday, August 17, 2015

Mute King

Floating and wanton, but never forgotten
Set to flame on a spool of wire
Created solely by my need to conspire
And upon fruition while blooming and birthing
I found a conclusion that left me searching
So be these thoughts foolish, frank, or sequestered
I remain the mute king and they the prince jester.


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