Smell the taste of the fruit.
Eat the sound of the wind.
Hear the sight of your friends.
Believe the lies of the sun and the moon.
Trust the instinctual acts of your mind.
Keep what you left behind in your previous days.
Forget the unexpected which will come later.
Bite the scraps, eat the eaten, feed off the feeding.
I grow in, you grow out.
The trees shoot up, the bark protects the hollow sound.
Taste the real, forget the feel.
Touch the heavens, jump to never places.
Seem alive but always dead.
Feel the life, death unreal.
Be forsaken, be free will, be your mind.
Humankind, humanity, touch, taste, see, absorb.
All is you and until you realize all.
Nothing will ever come close to getting through.
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