when the reins are surrendered
taking adamence with them in leather
it still drops
and the dust displaced
is incensual gravity.
the lore is beauty
if the eye beholds
and in this dimension of buzzing quiet
you will feel all that you know.
Orange and green were once the only color
and we are African
but the mind realized what it could do to hide us,
limping through reality.
and apples taste like floury apples
until it is just an apple
giving its talons.
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