Languorous flowers
Lay outside the towers
Where laws and broken hearts are made
Between deceased trees
And novelties
Characters hang
From supple gum string
Showering screams
Of rotted scribbles.
Beneath the ashy odor
A boat wades
With cyclopse passengers
Whom are unable to see
The threat of
Destiny
Lingering above their thorny scalps.
And roots emanate from their feet
Planning the centuries
Within neon earth
Producing cloudy ants
From their innards
As they grow.
 
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