When I Am King You Will Be First Against The Wall
I sleep in linen vestments - break
all bread at a bloodwood table - a chair made of silver
in my mind - it is so gleaming -
The crown has thorns - God - does not allow this image room to expand -
Under these robes - a terrier warms my ankles is
a dust mop of a thing - I want to tell you about the letting go -
At some point you have to unhinge
your mind - make it a door - a chest that opens warily
it will only house curtains - a dead moth but it will house
these things well -
But you have to allow it to be emptied - God - the room that is needed
an economy of space - a sort of draining swamp -
Nothing is my own - everything is my own - my Voice
and my Fear are my own - and those things build themselves a castle
that becomes entrenched immediately in vine -
You will plant the seeds - someone
else will eat that bread and be nourished - or poisoned -
That rule is necessary and necessity is rule - well - everyone
loves a fascist until they are the one getting the rod -
Here - I will show you the interior rooms of my mind - gore - all the way down -
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