a trail of thoughts linger on the
mental paths of fantasies,
fighting for juxtaposition and
remembrances of a time where
witches brew sustained life
and dwarfs only counted their
blessings in the dead of night,
a time where visitors roamed
the land unabated, mating with
only unathletic virgins built to
bear the offsprings who would
eventually rule the land....
a time when innocence was
only manifested after copulation
and children were bought and
sold like grains of rice used
for festival cooking and to toss
into the ponds for luck...
it was time of backroom deals
and alliances when stories were
written modeling life's behaviors.
November 4, 2024
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