perfection nullified lacks order,
and the heat of the sun rests entombed.
reign on chos of night-
mother
fucking the unrelenting dawn
for a balance that torments and taunts.
dancing around doubt caressing a rounded belly-
a crown enviable of all royalty.
and yet,
destined for colonialization
and moments of revolution.
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