Birth of a creation

Naked child
of an uncaring mother 
sitting cross-legged
solemn as a sage
in warm sunshine
on a soft bottom
with round eyes
not seeing her
but seeing something else — 
a chocolate man
without hungers
with a fiery mouth 
countless filed teeth 
legs like a stork
telescopic arms
eyes with air-conditioners 
built into a charming face 
wings
and nothing more.


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