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dragon weeps.

a swinging door...

yes, that's the same one

you told me to fix

a thousand times before.

guess, it just doesn't matter

much anymore.

still works enough

to see me leaving.

the shattered window pane too

it still works, just isn't as pretty

as it could be...

and I so enjoy

the fragmented view:

two instead of one,

halves instead of whole,

split instead of seamless.

a cord of wood

still neatly stacked.

seems too beautiful to touch...

robbing picturesque for pleasure.

get a blanket and save

the view.

let them think

we're orderly,

conscious,

aligned.

life isn't always pretty,

painless,

perfect.

but, we wouldn't want them

to know

that we are

chasing wooden horses

locked in childhood

boxes

for a place when things

were simple

and beautiful.