There are things that move
with certainty of darkness
under cover, under grime &
betrodden in bowels of cold
war water, grieved out pines
& the demarcation of what is
right & what couldn't be acc-
urately seen to be felt.
Yes, I have thought about the
rest of the world before and
I know that I will never be
a king. That's okay--I'm al-
ready a Main, all I ever need
is right here in my veins, &
we are here, alive together.
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