Flying over the King’s tombs,
Of scattered pieces and burials,
– Even though electronic devices
Ought to be turned off before or after landing,
One does not know anymore,
Life has gotten away even online –
You’ll tune to the corner frequencies
And hear some news from the perhaps-king :
« I did a gentle thing, extended a hand,
And held hers for a while.
But then again what else could I do
With such a confused sword, short of a sentence.
She was beautiful and I was lonely,
I was restless and she was hopeful. »
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Frédéric Benqué 