His Kingdom
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His Kingdom

The man who would build
a world with words
mixes breath with wind.

His blood mixes with glass
by crystal walls,
windows broken.

He stands close and
whispers so that the ear
buzzes and is deaf.

He looks deep in eyes
and is blinded
by an indifference of trees.



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