The Worse Situation of Dropping Time - Stream of Consciousness

the king
knew
the stories
all night told
a son of the royals
dropping the seconds
into the boiling pot and left
to rot.

caked in sugars
a call back
returned and destroyed
lonely and corrupt
sent
from the temples
of the blue stone

a return trip
to the place
left forever
a good loss
and the return
an assigned delivery

into the prayers
the fountain
the coins fell
and into their hands