your kingdom is an intangible expanse
waiting for its mysteries
to be unlatched like loose doors
my inconceivable scepter
outshines the dungeons
that once bound my mind's halls
spaces that seem to un-exist
as I saw more dimensionalities
through these newly found lenses
and yes, I keep conjuring crowns
upon my head like a budding rose
reemerging with new petals
rushing through the stairs
with the candle in my hand
spreading the light radiance
to the cellars where the century-old books
pages reeked with paper-prismatic-scent
taking me into spaces
where history and the future intertwine
in a moment of parallelism
exploding supernova spanning across
multiverses of all possibilities
colliding into a dense point of singularity
orchestrated by higher crowns
dispersing comets on the stellar pathways
my sight permeates through the invisibilities
as I search for my doorways to my peculiarities
I'm wearing a crown and I love it
