God-like and fragile, the boy Shun
gave his lips to man and woman,
whose touch he knew but couldn’t handle.

Spectral in darkness in wait,
him awake and slumbered, living yet lifeless,
nothing and other.

Brave Shun behind his white mask,
a doll’s face devoid of all but
the blankest expression, serenity of surrender.

Born of fear and martyred
this poor boy who loved and hungered
devoured by demons, karmic unseen.

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