Where the castle can't keep ego in check
mates refuse to stay.

Duress is not sweet
and sweat is not strain.

Clear fires may warm stone
but forests come from higher ground.

Inside sight, sound burrows to find
a sliver of resonant gold.

The hearer refuses nasal insight 
until a scent can no longer be tasted.

Stink hard, then, 
take directions
and submit to 
brick by limpid brick.

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