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