no more spoiled fruit
throw the apples down the chute
are you spinning in your dreams
are you lifting the fruit trees from the ground
are you a thousand pounds of flesh
are you this illumination to my left
breathing is both simple and complex
i seek wisdom in the warp and weft
less is a finite attempt at reconciliation
ship your products to another nation
then make plans to occupy the police station
i try to understand the status quo
stasis is inertia
the more i see
the less i know
the more i speak
the further i need to go