for every child the nutcracker is alive.
dolls come to life
somewhere over the rainbow.

all humans are the living blood
that speaks the word of God
in their own language.
the dead ones are inheritance
either hell or heaven.

we struggle in our lives to keep
the moon rolling
up and down the hill.
death keeps the earth in one pocket
and the sun over the head.

which one is heavier?
who’s the doll?

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