K Poem by royness ( ' ' )
K
The banker would have left us with nothing,
burning the drafts of castles and countries
and a never ending trial,
adjourned
in the middle of a sentence.
K,
no longer shall you stand accused.
the words were always yours
to burn. Take off that
rigid suit, unlock this door at once.
Come out
from under the covers.
These metamorphoses are no matter to me -
I envied you even as a beetle.
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5/10/2024 5:21:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
absolutely interesting i like it, well penned thanks for sharing