CROWN

I laugh,

and laugh again,

For the crown will surely melt,

While the dogs harvest bones from maize combs,

The blind invention that deems insanity sane,





I laugh,

and cry again,

For chains bind the ape,

Colored mind,

Tailored in the shelf of pages torn.





I laugh,

I laugh till i laugh,

Fops recycling stature,

Eggs weak hatching to the tone of death,

The dance of the noble,

Inheritance of the just,

The laugh that lasts a thousand moons,

The laugh and laughter coiling,

Burning to the theme of dustless dust

Forged in the thirst of dying thirst.