It was like a combat

exercise at sunset.

I won't call any deity

for my prayers,

and expect to survive

the blasphemy.

No, there was no carnality.

How could you take

your own creation?

An affair with your own shadow?

You always loved the

hidden meanings,

unstitching the wounds.

Seeking an endless

peace for a pilgrim, climbing

a river of quivering eyes.

A tongueless marionette

does not need the strings.

The Barbie doll may not crumble one day.