our empire. the sun reflecting off the moist glass of morning pyramids. you’re gazing off into the distance. i’m right beside you. there’s only one king, but behind him, his muse. he can’t controlled, only loved. he has devoted every conquest in your name and your beauty. the shadows recede into corners and you press your hand on the warm glow of pillars, carved with symbols you don’t understand. the world at your feet, rising in their morning hour. everything is gold. i’ve built it that way for you. the color of freedom, fluid as the river that has abandoned time