Digging deep into
the body of moment, you have
to find out the roots/of dopamine-
blend of dopa and amine,
circulating the gossip. It was
a prelude before a personal take-
into the consciousness of guilt.
Do you need to bring in
the demigods and tree nymphs-
for fertility? The arboreal pain
sends the apology of the shade.
There was no need of any limbs to
walk. Standing on the brink,
you can reclaim the pyramids.
The precocity of non-existence
appears, when you start confronting
the blue lake of tiny eyes.
