a slow rhythmic drone
fleshes out a technicolor ribcage
until trapped lungs bleat for freedom
and the nerves drift from the body
a forest learning to flee
from a quietly pixilating soul
that spent too long throwing spaghetti
and forgot it needed to feed
_________________________________________________ Playing on YouTube at this very moment:
Sun Ra Arkestra, Seductive Fantasty (the inspiration for this poem)
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