He treated my choice and your life like a right he had access to and not a priviledge and honor
And maybe powerful people at one time got away with that
My body cried
And maybe he painted over the walls with graffiti
Announcing new martial law
But still we return
Wiser and stronger
And he ironically his soul split in two lives
Chased me between towns
And proud to say that I was untouchable
His fractured soul fighting and competing among itself
Grows frailer and brittle
Broken,
Easily discouraged and growing old without renewal
His calm was pretense, not remorse
False satisfaction that he had eliminated you
I let him take pieces of my territory
Like sacrificing my lunch to monkeys
Distracting his greed
To guard the treasures he can’t see
And still we return
And still we meet in love
In his surprise finally I see his true rage
And still we return
Smarter and freer and wiser and more sure of the other
Here returns the virgin to my Saturninan kingdom
Sol invictus My unconquerable sun
Because what are the laws of kings
To the gods of time
What’s a sandcastle to the wave?
The ceaseless cycles of life and death
That humble all lords
With the mortality we all face and cannot control
And here I hold you
At the center eye of my heart
Where love reigns absolutely
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