A Broken Chain

A dumb copy of me. 
You were done for. 
Sometimes the design goes awry. 

Ptosis. You are called for― 
a fall. But you refuse 
to die. 

You survive the clouds, the 
first moon, the brown eyes. 
Me before the sun. 

Let us take a risqué humor. 
Forget each other 
and become strangers. 

One intentional error. 
Honey, honey, honey. 
Bees ready to fly away. 

The shrine of a flier. 
Where it was? 
I was searching the sea.