This is beautiful, as sparse and excessive as Richard's fantasies--there are no meaningless images in it, no places where a dream doesn't signify on and refract the real (or real enough). You do an excellent working-through of what it means to be and not to be king, and in light of that the last line is lovely and chilling. Most of all, though, I love Richard's longing for beauty; I love that he seeks it not only in what he can imagine, but in what he can sense.