it grows,
resigned to residence
on the floor.
It's flaw, consistent.
Do not read the wall and its paper,
yellow and cracked
as it may be,
as a lack of entertainment.
Here,
time is
fragile.
Here,
the moment
of conception means
something entirely different.
If your skin is twisted, if it is
dismissive of your bones
and their regal bearing,
if it is
inconsistent, flay it from
its throne and lay it where
these stones collide.
-the ambassador
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