a single fruit or three clouds?
children eat.
the sunless rays of existence
ascend among obsidian.
see, a myrtle tidal wave
awakens these nauseated chambers.
what twistedness lies here?
dismayed,
we idle captives prepare for war.
peeled eyelids flaked to dusty trash
reify
depravity munching on man,
a flock within a sanded cage.
but watch the orthogonal scene:
red, black, pale,
swallowed in the wake of white prints.
