This is what happens when royalty
which exists independent of the empire,
which springs from the loins of the tribe itself,
makes it past the checkpoints
& other measures meant to filter them out.
This is what happens when that royalty
follows the trail of impossible chords
& turns of phrase unearthed
by the simple human condition
shared through this common experience:
doves cry all along the watchtower
and we are destined to be left standing one day
beneath a collective purple raincloud.
& I wouldn't have it any other way.
That's how it is with families.
We do what we can to raise each other up
the best way we know how.