A strange god recalls his past lives, 
with the gleam of cat eyes.
Once he was a dancer 
kneading bread in a whore house,
humming lullabies to bastards, 
when their tongues burned of childhood,
which is why he got softened with time.
Then he was a Buddhist monk
who tried to find a substitute to prayer in solitude, afraid of breaking the rules, 
who ivh is why he grabs 
a sacrificed lamb with red greed.
He was once a leaper 
with bloodshot eyes of a massacre, resurrected by another god,  
which motivated him to be a god.
He was also a deaf dog,
who was not afraid of thunder
which is why he doesn't care 
about dead reflex of reverence.
He was once an orphan
kidnapped by a pirate, who was 
then taken as hostage by the sea 
which is why his high induced eyes
can stop a storm.
He was once the front door 
of a family home, kept ajar 
from women who wished to leave, 
which is why he lends his ears 
to a mother's prayer.
He was one of the wings 
of son of Didalus, which 
melted like a lipstick kiss
once it touched sun, 
which is why he puts 
self obsessed dreams in devotee' mind.
He was once a hostile flood which 
made porous caskets for still born cities, 
which is why he hates processions 
over pollution stacked streets.
He was once a dairy aisle of a store, 
run by a  failed street vendor,
where people pulled their cars only
to cry over cheating partners, 
and that is why he swells like
emptiness everywhere.
He was once a carpet where 
a mute girl weaved poetry 
with a watercolour heart, 
which is why he hand picks 
turquoise chants and hymns.
He was also a jacaranda tree, 
bottling up the secrets of glory,
which is why he loves rain 
like a well written threat of holy book.
He was once a boy with 
brown eyes who fell in love 
with a non existent creature 
like me on a June afternoon, 
which is why he opens door for 
those who walks away.

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