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Coup D'etat


Fashioned in enameled vacancy,

the gentry’s veil was pierced

 

Exposed unclean, all vices seen,

through fury sharp and fierce

 

The folly of their blasphemy,

whose cover all but blown

 

With blood to flow from ramparts high

—once driven from the throne

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)

 

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