It is not Biblical Fall
Of Seduction after a
Plump, forbidden fruit,
Nor is it a headlong fall
Of skyjacker’s tricks of vile.
Spooky embers of clutters,
Of smoke and burnt woods
Spiralling from the ground
hover the blue sky: A cloudy cap.
Smell of choke and charcoal
I suddenly get up from
My sleep, my nightmare.
Ground, mosaic more soothing.
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