Like Listening to Latex

These trees surrond the convalesence of a boy
who's proud indulgence is but a gasp on the shoulders of the earth
"we are dancing"

circles mistook the squares for science
and preceeded to construct the forest in factotum
"Stop us, Stop us" they said

The boy, a bonnet blue of molecules, leaved himself - precise
tapped his forefingers forwarded and lingered there - slain
"We are Volcanoes"



__________unfinished, ill finish it later_________

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