the kingdom in which i find myself
i walk through the palace
i am both the king and the pauper
how could one individual have so much
when so many have so little
how can one individual be so fortunate
when so many are destitute and destined
to live in squalor, in servitude, indentured
the palace evaporates
though i know i am still in it
i no longer see it, inhabit it, feel it
it is a distance possibility on a hill
somewhere where someone else lives,
a single individual or a lucky few, they
tell us about it, and we listen
the kingdom in which i find myself
and which i continually lose and rediscover
is humble
perhaps we are all destined to be
crucified on our suffering
