Lost toys

Once, upon a cruel Eden,

a child sat in penance

over a lost toy

spending eight days

and seven twilights,

in starvation,

blight under his eyes,

yet,

the desire deepened and,

over his own regurgitations,

he fell dying,

in the arms of a kind God,

who lay for him, a buffet

of exquisite playthings,

but his heart still

was set upon the lost artefact,

the little plastic purgatory,

in an eggshell garden,

where men, women and gods,

cry over spilt milk,

and lost toys.

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