Still

Shattered splattered
Still I lie, mute.
Muttering, why I threw my hue around,
And burned my blameless world.

In a blemished world
Still I lie.
Black jig-saws jostle around,
Remance of light that brought the black and old-yellow,
To the ends of my world,
Unto where my leg streches.

Still I lie mute;
But alive.

I have kissed my lot and wished the winds,
Oh, happy times!
Do they still send a wish after me?

Shattered splatterd
Still I lie.
Still true, still beautiful;
With my legs streched to the ends of my flaky world.