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Epiphany rising

Climbs the walls

Implants clear form clarity for beggars

Confused enlightenment for me

You don’t have the eyes to the apple

So cut out the core

The apple of my eye sits

Sipping earth-ground tea

Devouring impatience and

A teaspoon of sweet

Licking the sugar off my eyelash

Nice to catch me at my bathing hour



You are proud to swallow pills

And I, of pushing heavy words

Down my throat

I hated

Sitting on grains on my knees

Watching you shake off a bad night