The art of nullifying thought-provoking physicals
Gets bigger and bigger every time
I look at it [
Biting what meat can be had
Off of the spine of an apple core
I need to bone up on
My lingo if I'm to spoon-feed people
Nonsense about wisdom (
(...standing as monuments in time as worms,
As grown worms growing from a body starting
With a point made of two slabs of flesh
And an air pocket between, and bones are fused
To a cloud of intermingling cells...)
) &where are the Graves
For the trees? Pets have Graves.
What would the ghost
Of the cherry blossom say?
Would the perished fruit of
The dead grape vine crumble like
The summer soil of the vineyard?
] After the
Wander for seven,
No body is the same