"Majestic's Weight"

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“Majestic’s Weight”

A curious thing, dreaming while wake
Decades it takes for knowing some stakes
Cat and mouse with much smarter beings
Yet my own people lie of what it all means
Or lost their tongues for oath-filled clings.

Was it man made or taken from craft
Which mimics a green-screen now
Scanning what’s ‘round the resting place
Hiding from up-up and around
In astronaut suits or closer to ground.

No meat to eat or shunned they be
Into the white room, alone
To think inside instead of out
About a vow, mistook
Prevent them seeing except themselves
Becoming a teacher from the crowd.

Four-fingered twins with tight fitting clothes
Hardly a feature which served as a nose
Not much for speaking it often goes
Still finding their words from furthest throws.

Imagine a people part of two worlds
With which Majestic’s do cling
Mostly seeking to understand
From cradle to crib to bed.

A curious thing, dreaming while wake
Color pulled from rose
Mixed around with sweetened-sap
Then straight to naked nail
Years to grow like turtle shell
No need for fifths to surely flail.