you
imprinted upon me
myriads
for meanings shift from one to three
the first seed I had eaten
reflectively red
made a cement base
you've dried it to stone liquid
cascades calling, soaring in fours
you
contort the next knives
surgeon precision unaware
accidentally hijacking trees
bluntly breaking branches brown
to make sticks
we ate seven times the backmask
peruse it yourself as zookeeper
and animals are paying you
with foreign animal currency
in their foreign animal world
tigers screaming at you to give change for a nine
and the respite is found in an AWP sniper rifle
containing ten bullets
it's ludicrous
when it was just your absence
creating a colorless place
a place i have to repaint
with your... tangerine whip
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