all kings

hearts rarely grow colder, only
Stranger.
when you pear into one,
what you find usually
troubles;
never comforts.

it’s easy to find regan
among the
Shackles – or goneria
through the shadows.
but cordelia’s rarely found,
when there’s no solid to make a shadow
yet it’s dark all the
Same.

Speak,
or forever be unease.
words wield power;
Sceptre of a kingdom,
raise it high –
Silence never appreciated.
you can never speak and act,

But act and do not speak; your hands are only worth as much as they can Say.

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