For-all-dom
On my throne
in my kingdom
I am built
on sticks
rainwater runs down
wash around my poles
I am balanced
on bits
I could see
for miles if these clouds weren't
around my head
I keep planting trees
they keep growing up dead
all this could be nothing said
living on a sharp end of a wedge
see me here
I am lined up
with all you other selves
if I could tear down
these shutters
I could finally
see myself
on the stated image
of selective history
it is the basis of props
not born in tow
but loaded up
with my own personal cop
with guilt its hard to cope
makes me choke
there could be a mountain side
of ecstasy
in my garden
of cells
with all the sweetened fruits
and honest truths
and no hierarchical hell
take the time
to find the freedom
tis the one struggle
in many parts
I see my feet
point to for-all-dom
these are the barest
of paths
a well walked path
we'll walk
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