sovereignty mademoiselle king king king of the castle, I. miniature meanderings; murmurous murderous. mooking ever onward into your demesne, mhinking ever forward above your obscene dream. King, Queen, Castle; all. turrets tall, those turrets fall. inconsequential words are brandished knife-like now as I wage this war. domesticity – duplicity? nevermore will I bow down, contentedly resurrect and accept His Royal Highness’ will. 040620 ... mademoiselle ...? how very odd - extra m's appearing out of nowhere... *looking and *thinking 040620 what's it to you? who go blather from