Fealty's Bow
Everything
points to something
the many to the one
Everyone
liege to someone
with fealty’s bow restrung
Everywhere
started somewhere
whose map undrawn curates
Every song
birthed in silence
—where voices incubate
(The New Room: September, 2023)
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