Iain Prior Poems

The king awoke from his slumber,
And yawned hiss sleep through happiness under,
To begin the new day like the last,
Alike the days previously past,
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Sifting through info for jewels in the murk,
Refining the pure from dysfunctional dirt,
Cleansing the choice of monochrome gamblers,
Relying on definite possible answers,
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This rock it spins and orbits the rim,
Of a fragment of light set in the night,
Deep in the recesses of our minds,
Lays a synthesised fallacy of virtual humanity,
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Money in essence is vulgar,
As sweet as the comb from the blossoming nectar,
Weaving a spell of necessity and hector,
To all of those whoever may have none,
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Bitter sweet it is but a fleet of momentous ecstasy,
Morphed in complexity and fating your destiny,
Cloaked in innocence like bate on the hook,
From you it was took,
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We rest in the bosom of mother earth,
And sleep in quiet virtual death,
Once we sparked as bright as a flame,
In unseen lands from whence we had came,
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