Shards of glass
imbedded in the old persian carpet.
Shades of blue and yellow.
Shades of fighting words.

There is no flow.
There is no balance.

Volcanoes erupt unexpectedly.
Thunder clouds brood
dark black.

There is no dialogue.
There is no good breathing.

It's all toxic.
Air pollution -
Hazy smog -
Global warming -
War - War -War -
Broken glass -
glimmering in the morning light.
Pretty colours.

Broken me -
Separation is only logical.
You must leave.
We are asteroids about to collide.
There is so much room in the universe.
Go find your own space.

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