Lux Aeternatea

Lux Aeternatea

hatter

 

one day at the asylum
we shall sit together
with cups of tea
staring at each other
(or at least I at you)
from across the King’s table
nibbling memories
like half-baked scones
sipping emotion meaningfully
refusing seconds politely
until the guards comment
“what progress,
what successful science”
even as we claw our cuticles
under the tablecloth
where only God sees

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