Of Drunk Dukes and Truth.

I want you to know of this.

Of course I want the little world men create for themselves.

I want the fullness and numbness of my own desires rocketed past the sky which the gods bind me to.

They told me when they cook you, the smoke is invisible to you.

Is my voice rampaging the little walls you have up?

I miss the days I found no fault in whatever my eyes saw.

I wish I hadn’t kissed the devil.

I wish that horse which beggars ride on gallops away, now I see worlds I’ve created and forgotten to paint; fault.

I just wish I never made it to the monster’s nest, now my nesting place is full of thirsty fleas.

Now you know, I am happier than a drunk duke.

I am.

~Koome Manyara~

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