The
broken plate,
where
fasting lasts,
suggests
hunger.
A
faceless picture
is
in frame,
an
empty reminder
of
what was, and will never
be
again.
Sinners
of all souls
are
lost,
their
path to redemption
runs
through perdition.
Not
everything staid
is
explicable,
something
the illiterate find
inexplicable.
It
is the fool's folly,
who
fails to understand
the
broken plate.
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