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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