entitled princes

is this yearning now a privilege
tabled for another philosopher to answer
rapt with an alliterative fluency
unkempt in eager anticipation
of an impending storm
that dissipates during rehearsal
and fails to rejuvenate our sense of wonder

stretching heads and
fingertips drag against
the dull torment of existence

purposeless and benevolent
laughing on a sinking ship
smiling at the uselessness
of inventing or accepting these new mythologies