Recovering

Outgunned by life, you escape 
to epipheny. The inner�"� 

voice had betrayed. Are you 
ready to meet the believer? 

Sad ending of mithridatism�"� 
in the wake of realization. 

The growing clout of pink petals 
was overwhelming the dust. 

The leaf body mimics the 
rocks. From the rear ocean 

a wailing picks up the blackberries. 
I was ready for the final assault. 

Predawn blitzkrieg begins. 
You start picking the apples from 

the green eyes. The truth�"� 
was never so near to moon.