The stains on a wall
I mean the photographs come to mean so much
The fractions of being
An arm cut off……….but not a head
You understand the distinction
Don’t you, painter of the mind of algae
You green fraction of being you
The fly’s armor
Admittedly soft and ridiculous
Nevertheless is a sort of ecstasy
You can’t hold back
The stains on a wall might actually be edible
If you are a fly
If you are a half-lost photograph
I mean the photographs come to mean so much
The fractions of being
An arm cut off……….but not a head
You understand the distinction
Don’t you, painter of the mind of algae
You green fraction of being you
The fly’s armor
Admittedly soft and ridiculous
Nevertheless is a sort of ecstasy
You can’t hold back
The stains on a wall might actually be edible
If you are a fly
If you are a half-lost photograph
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