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Apple?

apple apple apple
ruffous-red and shining bright
may I take a bite from you
tonight
and find the sleep I long to dream
what oh what does this crazy world
mean
and why does it intrude
like a worm
crawling crawling crawling
when I'd rather be so still
apple apple apple do I
fit the bill
am I ruffous-shiny too
do I please, am I like you
a prize
filled with seeds of plenty
making of you, many
many many many dreams
which one of these will tie itself to me
and which will escape my hands
apple apple apple do you understand
intimately or inanimately
was I meant for a different age
apple apple are you a sage
can you foresee
what the sands will sift and
what will shift and remember me
apple?



Copyright February 25, 2013 All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells///Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World



thinking of altered seeing, the doors of perception, the magical poison apple
or is the apple actually poison...all depends upon your perceptions.





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