Root down. Feed
me, Seymour,
more spores &
ferns. Weird grin
of oblivion
among dead dumb
ferns. Dumb bunnies.
Stalks &
dentata. Meek oblivion
the dead inherit.
See, feed. Torn
down. Weird grid.
Biting off more than
you, every stump
hides a friend,
hug, squeeze,
name; in this case
the rabbit is
lucky. Eye stalkers
wriggle in
the canopy. Is that
an edible mushroom
or are you just disappointed
seeing Nobody
run from the toothy
surprise in the garden.
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