I bit an apple already deceased
Rotten stinking fruit-
My sorrow increased as I shivered into noon
For the sun was bright
But in no way warm to my flower soul.
I did not intend
To create black ice, unexpected pain
Merely traveling.
Breathlessly, I take blame and another
Bite from fallen fruit. 
My soul is soon to fester
With the pig meat you possess
Placed to freeze in the very
Back of the fridge in lonesome
Blue-black wave, how forgotten
Is the ham and I, rotting.
I glided like a ghost
To the heart of the sea
And seeing what was there made me breathe,
For I saw the most beautiful
Offering of the sky,
In the form of a melodious sunset.
It was radiant, golden,
And I basked in the glory- until
The ocean called my name
and battered rocks
As gold became sliver
Losing itself beneath a fossil line.
So I sighed and continued on my way.
Alone in the sea
Waves flailing
Spitting sea salt
Seagulls in a herd, swarming, laughing
Sea icicles like touching angry bees
Rubbing away layers-
The salt, the barnacles
Alone in the sea
The epiphany of the road
Is to travel alone.
Past the bridge and the water
On each side-
On the opposite side
Of torched sunset, red gloaming
Daring you to respond to its
Bottomless gaze, the eye
In the sky before moonlight.
Purple flowers set on fire
Cry with petals drooping,
Screaming downward into dirt
With inevitable blazing
Experienced daily,
Healed only by spritzes of
Blissful rain from above, richly
Created underground
To spread parasitic roots
Into worm's mysterious land.
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