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Once Upon a Time
The Prince of Something Forced On Him
Had his own reasons
For calling kingdoms unjust.
And he fondled Empire’s promise
Just like anyone else.
And I have to ask myself
At what point is the search for lost metaphor
Just a concession to loss itself?
And in a hopeful world valley floors become peeks
To those once buried
But the mountains receive only glares still,
And the search of meaning is not about a life lived
It is more to do with the justifications left in the note.
The little girl
Inside the nude woman asks
‘How much more will they see if they grab just a little?’
And the stars of the universe shine only dimly
They reign somewhere else,
And they keep taking away from the essence
Until they are in a position to define,
And the man shouts over the dramatic pretensions
‘It will not end so easily’
The confused slaves wonder if their master has
A use for them
Or if the punishment is just a hobby
He shakes with happiness
And says its just a hobby
And he re-zips his pants;
That weren’t meant to expose anything
Just cages what can be caged
And calls the rest expression,
Like orgasm which says
‘There is someone else between us now’
Like the monster who declares before embarrassed fantasies
‘But I am once upon a time.’
