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Monarch
"Monarch" new wings spread blue morph born to be king for a short while the butterfly reigns cameo dressage part of the branch grounded majesty in a gilded cage a new servant to take upon the mystery of things much sky to cover, a new world, a realm investing new age outside the life of the always known that ebbs and flows by moon swift offering en masse as one chalice to alter to lift to pray and sing make golden for the next in line an imprint ordained by something greater (LadyLabyrinth/2022) "King Charles III: A Modern Monarch" https://youtu.be/WpFuTCZ05p4 “I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?” (Zhuangzi) “When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.” (Shakespeare)
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