Virtual

Download the tree
that holds the answers
my peasant farmer
LO
the sparrow eats carrot cake in the mead hall
and all of it is meaningless
meaningless
like celery
lost
in a swirl
of broken time

You say I make no sense
but you are mistaken
sir
mistaken like a ferret
flying madly towards the sunset
and you have no beauty in your soul
and no damnation
in your eyes

Weep for the tree
weep for the carrot cake
weep for the ferret
with the improbable wings
weep for desolation
and dragons in your cereal
again
since they always come back on Tuesdays

The siege will break
the end will come
the cake will eat itself
and all will be
a little less
than ridiculous

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