Jake's Flea Market

it never comes out the way it went in


a dark age it needed

a dark age it needed
a military trumpeter to become
a rooster at dawn
before it began to
become an age of
church bells in bronze polished
to a glow that clanged in the sun risen
town that woke when charlemagne
tribe by tribe conquered
the scattered germanic
lights into one great lantern

he was crowned
emperor of the romans

this is how an imperial day begins


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