God save the Queen

Dreams, I’ve had,

and thoughts in broad day,

now,

of doors both shut and locked.

Of bridges,

burned or broken.

Vision’s through wrong-way binoculars,

cleverly cartooned.

A safe distance.

But listen…just…

The clown is talking.

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