Finding the luscious insinuation of deceit so alluring
She walked.
In search of an ark, a chalice, a vault…
A holy gray hill.
Surmount the suspicious tremors
That question this realty but
The reality check has bounced.
That cup is empty, gone inane
That whining water has turned toon to lip
Don’t give me any.
A million-strawberry alarm clock
Into a puppy hamster, suckling a tea ring.
So many heaped on that gray hill
Block the shinning from that city
On that hill.
Turn a blue pot into a pig
So all that were, are seven trees.

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