DespertArt

The word trying
to be the world’s queen.
                                            Public expectations
                                            from its highness enlightenment.
 
The thing awakes
disbelieving its highness light
provoking her
to vanish into royal anger.
 
The thing
in its empty field
turns towards
its dying highness word:
                                                 thanks to thou,
                                                 the world has an imaginary meaning
                                                 but in silence...
 
 
                    Your kingdom doesn’t exist.