somewhere between court jester and his majesty
lies unmistakable brutal truth and honesty
sometimes in order to put out a fire
people set themselves on fire
thrones submerged under seas of gasoline
fashioned themselves from polyethylene
other times in chaos worlds writhe and wretch
their peoples empty and outstretch
there is no romance in decaying love
painless pristine hearts incinerate their gloves
would that it all conformed to one worldview
but weakness and desire keep it fresh and new
I had all the answers wrapped up in a sleeve
but those elusive lovers always leave
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