Levers lifting
all our ruined battlements
Prizing open
long hammered thinking
Cracks’
appearing light was seeping through a bit
And dividing
unto life
Gifted openers
losing aged thought for new
The emperor wearing
real clothes at last
His state of
gross undress long held unrecognized
He was weaned of
his affected attire
Fish bowls
cracked as bird cages fell open free
The emperor’s
prey escaped
Old clothes
vanished for the appearing of their actual cloth
Fancy’s intrigue
could no more clothe
Now all forms of
former things were left and lost
Latent running
only could see a recurring
From levelled
plains the new array was of mystery’s undoing.
And all soothed our
fallen battlements were real fabric
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