Thoughts of Botanic Gets

reverse the membrane of figs
peel open a layer of flesh like onion
green light
pensive thoughts
through forest trees
glorious jokers only terrorize without lies
smile wide
life is
right, tight
nebulous cloud ropes of the painted sky
cut faces
small children eating my noodle salad
never
they can never say never
plenty of good times
escaping

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