These dots and blotches
On the road and in the way
Time only to argue and leave
These dots how they mark a man
These blotches cause reflection
Cause confusion create illusion
reduce me to a my rudimentary self
Not my more refined detailed dimensions
These dots become vision
seeing is hard for daily life paints it
the heavy crown of a kings obligation
King am I said the lowly slave, king am I dot
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