Woowoo

In a woo-woo land,

Roads were closed by painted wooden fences,

excuses, generations, executors, time travellers,

plasters. Redness.

I forgave.

Later I gave up, as being told I should punish them but I didn’t.

They were spoiled so and so.

I sit in the corner of my statue.

I was born there

Two times,

But no one knew.

Fraction of eternity

Swallowed by

Meadows flourish

at certain hour