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.