Fungal thought, catch it
But don't hold it in,
It's meant to be felt,
Rather than cotton,
Cushioned against real.

See alien fruit,
Jabber on the wok,
Sizzle the life blood
Come take yourself home,
The place before birth.

Alabaster Sunset, echo of innocence
Light pushed beneath the horizon,
You see what I see?
Cringing where once standing proud?

A hunger to prove worthy,
Innocence hidden in the Leporidian,
Can you see it there?
The literal hidden in metaphor?

Thousands of eyes shout condemnation,
One nervous, another World-weary
Should not happen, will not.

And yet, light is needed
Does the sun hesitate dawning?
But it's light has limits,
Yet surely it must try?

Without sin, I give you
The light you've been denied,
Though some eyes may scorn,

They weep upon being denied,
Two souls falling into shadow.