You bit off more than you could chew
and regurgitated a world yet to be formed
rains of frogs and flowers
Febrile neon fingers touch
making the bed vibrate
gods on the run
Hovering around the question
with the masks of different animals
unable to penetrate
Fending off the disease
with a white hand at the heart
the core cannot rot
Someday you will come back
dancing down a mountain
drenched in forest air
What you desire
is the longing itself
what you fear is true
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