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.
for our Prince
April 22, 2016
