By full moon
near eclipse
I
ack
knowlege
'fore slips,
the Temple too,
it has its Signs.
Though not so much
than ever considered read.
I see them in light tonight
full septic wash the bluish hue
of hills I hide.
At fifty plus balloon
sicky this, mucous that
all swollen
Infected head
infected red...
I get it
I read it
Brussel sprouts speak louder
than words.
Ah, poison,
sweet swallow
stop the spread of something
living underneath.
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