there’s something magical
about hearing your name moaned
nearly two thousand miles away.
knowing you have control
over someone across the country
without barely doing anything
makes you feel like you can
rule the whole world
if you so chose,
and I do choose.

one day you will all
moan my name
and it will be how
life was always meant.

there’s something special
about *******
your worst enemy’s
property;
giving her wings
and rejoicing
as she flies away
toward a new dawn,
where the property
no longer is a property,
but a cloud,
and no one owns
a cloud.

they are free
to live
as they
wish.