The week rolls into this, the king of days.
The laborer rules on a Saturday, unmanacled monarch;
the queen by his side ever the charmer.
His word is law after the sweetest of slumbers
of the Friday kind; subjects with tails
hooked to walls.
The royal days deposed, the royal days
enthroned.
When the sun is a Face, it all shall cease.
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