Leaning by the bell, arms open to the dominion of lights so bombastique
Harrowed by lawless but resolved in my self-legislation
I chew away my rose like a bovine
'Round the winding alley in the groovin' haze
Made of primeval memories and molecular scars; where
Snowflakes parachute geometrically under a heavenly maze
An orphan who lost himself in a shipwreck
Shied naught from his prayer, his crown
For the constitution of this authentic life
He stands alone in mystery
As calmly as a protester to romance
Like the nameless clock in a midnight plaza
As I rise over the velet dusk
A world under my winged talaria tells me
I am my own definition for all things untranslatable
Then I contemplate like a bewitched apostate
And march on ceaselessly to the light of day
For king is a poet who was forced to be a warrior
Leaning against the canal rails, I cover my cig afire
Displaced since birth
Disjointed through life
Dismantled after death
Black waves roll across the calamitous roars of night
As I drown majestically into the quietest void in me
An empire under my feet
A universe in my eyes
Whispers to gods I cast in dissolving chariots of smoke
For my name to outlive me to perpetuity
This rickety life, a rocketin' lie
A firework on the Fourth of July
I pray again like an Olympian in his temple
A breath, a moment, a glory
