the orchard
it being realized
the apparition crawls
and gropes for fruitful meaning
regurgitating a guess as to where the orchard
might have been the orchard
and we're fed and brilliant
and full of a foreign substance
and that is where the orchard
correspondence does seem to obfuscate
the tube through which the liquid
is the tube
we stay up and late and looking
from our central root
to the liquid mineral
and a sight expands massive
a sorrowful, splendid sight
so we forget everything
the expanse is complicated
i only just tied up the line of mules
reproached the cobbler
dances on all toes
we discover cracks, he's short and built
and the floor cracks instead
because of a courier and
the bread of resolve
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