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July 14, 2014

Monkhood by Humphrey King


In Dreams

magical, memorable & barely meaningful
social structures will eventually
break any wall to pieces…
I climb three dilapidated flights of stairs
and walk to the end of a long narrow corridor
to knock on a small yellow door… where nobody
ever is home… there is a hole in the middle
of the ocean… as I open my window
our terraces fill with smoke… God is with me as we go…

-Humphrey King


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  1. Zashnain says:

    I pay tribute to Humphrey’s opulence; richly meaningful words, humbly digested.

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