the king of portugal

its late to be writing this.prophetically apt thing to say
but kunal and then srinanda,minstrels of intimate circles sing a dirge
kunal a martyr of love
a dismembered self torn to bits by the houdinis that fate destiny and other remorseless gods make of us
kunal with hands still warm with his own blood will ask
et tu brute
hes been reading julius caeser a lot
training in this is hard.really
ive seen them leave
one by one
i will follow
each.to an equal day and equal night in the antipodes,the opposite end
the thing to become is astronomers and look for life outside the milky way,outside ursa minor,a restaurant,for real,at the end of the universe,to confirm the hypothesis that there is nowhere that people have not been to before