You Broke The Toy Again


Your nature shines.
You are my other half―
thawed out from permafrost
of purity.

Can we discuss
the perfection of primates,
their genes?

White blood
and black blood. Why did
it become red, touched by sun
and moon?

Was it a sleight of hand
of god? You cannot hear
the howlings?

The city of ghosts was
growing. Nails spread on the street to
stop you.

The omens were weired.
You still come back
after painting the chariot blue.

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You Broke The Toy Again