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Here lay the broken glass of my life

Here lay the broken glass of my life

Sharp chaos shattered  glass all around on a scared wooden floor.

The brutal bull has left a mess.

It stalks me still.

Oh, how amused it must be.

Another carupt vandal in my life.

Now comes the loving hummingbird set to replace every shard.

Out of innocence only, I ask am I a white knight on a silver steed?


Is it for guilded glory and wilted honor?

A splinterd lance pincushioning some random wind mill.

Taking spiritual stock one more time.

I ask am I an addled food?

Mind cooked and irrational.

Who is to say?

Bull, hummingbird, or knight I can not find my inner self.

Broken glass lay all about, a danger to tender feet.




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