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[then i wrote]

‘Cause none of it matters now, does it?

In the end, it's just me and myself alone,

As it always was,

I and the throne;

What an honor to cast the first stone—

And a lesson to learn on my own

Then, it was just an altar…

It was just a dream:

I was just a foreigner once in the world where

We all at once all are,

Depart from the laws I've known,

All to just cause, and forgotten

The relic itwas,

The havoc I wrought,

The epic I wrote, and the construct which I don't belong in,

But buried myself in it all along .

Longing for honor and stopping to auction my thoughts off at crossroads—

Wherefore art thou scars?

I thought I'd forgotten the artwork

Of writing in proses,

Or striking a pose just before

The three shuttered eye closes;

Candid, I thought—

But damned if I hadn't been planning it all along.

‘Ah, there you are,'

My dear brothers, or lover,

Or son—once I recon once and for all

Which journey we're on, for the long run.

How are you?

I ask not your circumstance,

But how in all that you are

Somehow suddenly,

No longer part of me,

As we were one, once

And now I observe you as

“Other”

So fondly I fall for you, once more

And and always—

Struck by not awe,

But of bloodlust and hunger to ward off

Gone are apostles,

Apostrophes, conjur up faux wants,

Aloft in the luxury of

What would be dust, if it wasn't

Distrustful of judgements…

—Nodding off inside the sauna.

—for Sonny

‘was it love that made you go so hard?'

((( )))

{Enter The Multiverse}