21 february 2021
A Broken Chain
A dumb copy of me.
You were done for.
Sometimes the design goes awry.
Ptosis. You are called for―
a fall. But you refuse
to die.
You survive the clouds, the
first moon, the brown eyes.
Me before the sun.
Let us take a risqué humor.
Forget each other
and become strangers.
One intentional error.
Honey, honey, honey.
Bees ready to fly away.
The shrine of a flier.
Where it was?
I was searching the sea.
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