I am the creator of the king of bad choices
Voiceless in toil, dream-culled and oathless
Oyster beguiled the Walrus approaches
Nonsense aligned with the hope of the hopeless
When soil is soiled growth is spoiled
When water is tainted the surface is painted
Copper-blue, or midnight-white, salty pale cave-dweller
Selenite
King or creator? King or creator?
Agent or pageant theater.
Creator or king? Creator or king?
I'm neither, but both have a nice ring.
I am I am, am I? Or am I I and I?
The I in I is mad that there is no I in Galahad
Or Lancelot, or Arthur, sigh...
You are you and only you is a predatory lie.