Secret King

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My name is Roy Mundi

 

I am the Secret King of this world

 

Sheep worship at my feet

 

Copepods cluster under my toenails in blind, frenzied adoration

 

Mutant wingless bats hang in great numbers from my groin and armpits

 

Sandfleas hop about at my feet

 

High in the mountains granite and basalt faces grin in rugged, stony satisfaction

 

Mountain giants clap me heartily on the back with hands of iron

 

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I lie face down in the deep

 

Radiolarians radiating from my temples

 

Brine shrimp play in my hair, which drifts ceaselessly around my shoulders like a bed of gently-waving kelp

 

Small white crabs creep in formation on my back, raising their pincers in unison to signal my glory to the creatures of the air who wheel and dip and call out in strange unearthly voices from above

 

Phosphorescent foraminifera envelop me from head to toe in an endless stream of diffused light as I move slowly up and down in the great, green Atlantic swell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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