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.