Poem for the day


What's it like to be a fly?
Faster than the compound lie?
Years in days and months in hours
Offspring coiled explosion flowers

What's it like to be a tree?
Thirsting, searching, sunlight see?
Drink the World through tangled straw
Watching after and before

What's it like to be a me?
Rocks expressed as person be?
Knowledge after thought confusing
Ultimately but amusing

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