as conscious mode, vague aboutness, it stales romance in metaphysic stench, this telic sense, unlike the comfort of a family nest my locus drifts on wind i'd rather culture in a jar on the counter (no secrets there) or even cellared responding to the world's response, anthophilous com][part][mental-mania warehoused too for sticky label stigma-sized cover-glint akin with stamp of human frailty, resource that i am, far from pink and snow banana plants no inward passion of a chimpanzee in chains though i assume the name pan troglodytes applies to me as any species, or much more, riddled with neuroses, caves every each to steal away from being seen, from open goals to shade concerns, rotted fancies manifestering the soil by the laundy-bin abysm-- commode in time, this musa media mind so urgent in its pseudostemming scour will flower unsterile and so find its fruit with bunching finger fronding infloresce and write about it in the bloom
*"Musa"* is one of three genera in the family Musaceae, including bananas and plantains