20 march 2018
Spotlessly
It was the day of
dead patriarch.
I was fondling an echidna.
The home was
carried away in the─
storm. Must find a broom.
On the remains─
of a burned-out soul.
A hope sits on the altar.
A piano drenched in rain─
will not sing in the gale.
The sky will collapse─
one day, I will bring
back the bluebird,
for a revenge.
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