good morning, all facetious

disguise your well-being
in a forest made of sticks and twigs
and zoom in
on trees growing tall
and fall

be a martyr for a philosophy, old
and be told
not to die.
for your sins
are bold and forewarned
torn
between to faces, lifted
up above the ceiling, high
below the sky

drag the field
and get real

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