The genial face of nephrite.
Jade, stone of the flank,
was becoming sectarian.
The pain was excruciating.
Not the evidence of god―
an imitation love.
The anatomy of conflict
looks vulgar. The street fight
comes out in open. A new born baby
on trash bin. I will not
ask who was the father of
truth. Today I commit myself
to the walking stones. There
was no music. You are
awakened by a loud thud.
The god falls from a big height.
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Author:
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