Broken

Hues stretch under the brush.
I stand as the unfinished moment
That scraps away my own paint.
They say in ancient China
Poets needed to paint.
But now poets just need sex.
I see nothing in a poem about penis.
The inner shrine to human soul is lost,
As the world stands broken.
Just like the painting.

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