Like most poets, I'm just a fool.
Despite my name, I don't claim any rule
over sounds that are not mine,
I just love this noise
and how it seems to grant me poise.
Yet today I take the gold
you dug from your mouth's shrine
with pleasure
to adorn not the skin, but my chamber's treasure,
the one you had foretold.
13/04/2019
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