The light
flickers on and
off
and I think
it’s you
you are doing
it. Some kind of
quotidian
magic.
Snap
In between flickers
I remain in
transit.
I will fly
all day
just to catch
another
flight to
fly again
all day
Suspended somewhere
Snap
between
timezones
and reality
is a floating
island
a collage
of flying contraptions,
reeds, sod,
and myth
a king
was taken
there to recover
from his
wounds
after the final
battle with
Mordred
You were
there to tend
to him
It is because of
you that
he remains
suspended
between Campbell
and Jung
Snap
I was there too
urging you to
give the king
goji berries
1,000 year old
pu-erh tea
lion’s spit
dragon’s cum
and stick needles
in his joints
bleed him
place a bowl
of water by
his feet
And watch him
count sheep
in Chinese
It was one
of your stray
needles
that froze him
and we left
taking
separate
planes
to rendezvous
in LA
the spell was
released
only with our
kiss
after
silence
thusly
waking the king
centuries ago
only to die
of Mordred’s wound
and that happened
while the Seahawks
entertained us
in our Empire
and we tested
our bodies
with each other’s
desires
and
endurance
like every athlete
in the superbowl
that day
we were training
our whole lives
for this moment with
each other
the sun has
set on old kingdoms
while the earth
turns towards
a brighter
Empire

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