My Kingdom

time itself
has given up the ghost
on a pagan plane
as plain as pain’s appeal

gone are days
and nights
chasing the giant’s
vast display

surrendered to a sermon
of arbitrary refute

what was once a spectrum
of polar prismatic flourishing

has long since vanished
banished by the goddess
of the moon

spirited away
with my existence
in a haze
of persistent clouds
of miasmic dismay
in disarray

when i heard you speak

the truth of all the ages
came and went

as every ounce of my kingdom
collapsed before the wincing stars

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

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