Kings

Starry, star, star; you don't exist here in this place.
Nothing does; nor do I.

I walk; lost, racing.
1,000,000,000,000 words & colors & feelings, feelings as colors & colors as words
& everything as 1,000,000,000,000.

You speak & no one listens.
Actually, they do; up to a certain extent, then they nod.
Not one-other has time for words not minced.

They're all not so bad, though.

You keep to the inside.
Portray yourself differently you try & if you must,
I suppose attempt again.

It's a fools game.

Your constitution moves gently; it ebbs & flows, swims freely.
None aught but whatever the fuck happens between now & whenever
will determine a different outcome.