The Castle So Clean

Residing in a castle subtle

I met a man 

Tall and young

Cleaning the junk.

I inquired him

What's the matter

And he said

Nothing, just a routine checkup.

Though quiet for that time

My thoughts within

Raced miles to find

What the hell, 'clean-up' means.

New to my conscience

This word just sent

Currents of disturbance

All through my nerves.

Asking to court man

Insulting to me

Bank of my knowledge

Finds no history to the farthest end.

This was the trouble

I am being

Fastened to, as if now.

Sometimes stepping down from ego

Serves the purpose beyond adoration.