As the serpent pulled me under,
I recognized my blunder.
My prophetic dreams warned me that
although the leaves are natural,
they seek your brain as collateral.
Anxiety fills as I face the journey I must embark.
But first, I tear down and grind up this tree and roll it in bark.
Memory loss is a habit.
Often I struggle to make a thought and grab it.
Were these faults from the past or caused by finely grated blades of grass?
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
As the serpent pulled me under,
I recognized my blunder.
My prophetic dreams warned me that
although the leaves are natural,
they seek your brain as collateral.
Anxiety fills as I face the journey I must embark.
But first, I tear down and grind up this tree and roll it in bark.
Memory loss is a habit.
Often I struggle to make a thought and grab it.
Were these faults from the past or caused by finely grated blades of grass?
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