To Be King
I often feel the shadow of guilt.
It visits most when walking close.
My aura is my gauge.
Its custom flavors my mood.
My swimming, my drowning, my
Thrashing disbelief.
No hint of disfavor, no eye adrift.
Their obedience reflects the Acceptance of things unearned.
And she said, "It's good to be King."
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