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The Palace

At this place

At this palace

Everything stayed the same

And everything always

Changed

Everything was normal

And everything was strange

Nothing made sense

Unless we made it make sense

Nothing was true

And

Nothing was ever new

Just the view

Would shift

For a few

And the rest

Would be left

Behind

In a time

In their mind

That no longer fit

The new shift


And that place

That palace

Grew and grew

But no one knew

What it was growing into

And before long

A snake was found

And a cloud

Blocked out the sun

What had been fun

Made everyone living there

Feel numb

Feel dumb

Cursed to aimlessly roam

Without ever feeling at home

Only feelings

Of being

Alone on the throne . . .


Only feelings

Of being

Alone on the throne.


CH 9.27.23

 
 
 

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