(c) 2026
All my doubts form a fence—
my insecurities a blindfold—
and the stories I tell wrap me like loose ropes.
What if I find the stories sweet?
What if I find pleasure in the lies?
The waters beneath my feet are shallow,
and nothing in my heart is so deep
as the rivers of previous weeks.
In the distance I hear the obscene hurrahs
of soldiers finishing war games—
wiping blood from their blades.
The King and Queen in their castle are half-asleep.
I am insignificant and therein lies the beauty--
I can stand still and think.
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