Without a kingdom

In bright sky

the stormclouds gather

thunderheads will form a cluster

Like a strong wind

‘gainst the window pane –

like a winter gale’s bluster

The mouth – it turned

its lips – they cursed –

soon to replicate the story

That wallowed in

its turgid sin

free of hallowed glory

Until one day –

too soon to fray

will lightning tear asunder

One’s only strain

(to soon refrain)

from delusion born from plunder

The butterfly spreads

its wings of steel –

it flutters – in noises fraught with quiet

Voices (loudest) –

yet to be heard – and

uttered – everywhere – in silence

The muffled magnitude –

their cause is staunch –

with belief in one another’s freedom

Like an artisan’s display

of sculptured clay

in a modern world without a kingdom

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