you must become a kingdom that dissolves
whose diamond walls must one day
all come down
but until then. make a
map of another world
with rooms of endless amber
reconceptions-
for as we know
through all our misdirections
seeking the castle through inordinate mists
and untrustworthy factions
that death our death is ever nigh-
pray the ink does not take
long to dry-
mary angela douglas 21 february 2004/8 august 2007; 28 september 2023
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