Sunday, April 19, 2015

The King Would Love to Meet You

The king is now a silly thing upon whom hangs the fool
who’s taken him to school to teach him what the deeper rule
of ruling is: that fooling is that deeper rule, and playing is its mode:

and generosity is its unending weather, not the tether to morality
the king may once have thought it was: although the king now can’t 
remember what he’d thought before: whatever he had ought to be

or should have been resides now in a bin of useless memory.
Memories are fishhooks you don’t need when fish delight in leaping
out to greet you. By the way, the king would love to meet you.


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