My republic

The golden king sits proudly
In the cavern of my mouth he
Articulates but how's he
Housing real reason
Without me

Silver statues stand stupefied
by dismay, they gesticulate and tried
To swim against the stream
Sank without my dreams
And died
without me

No reason, no body
without me
shouting & raging
crying & craving
moving and being moved
in and by
this little world of mine

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