Random Freudian Exegesis

A root got loose –

deracinated from green-umber

into puce, then into pink –

became a thing

that found that it could think –

and then as it grew eyes

and proto-horns

and proto-wings and blinked –

and linked into your dream

last night -- it altered

you, this sprite –

and left you in surprise.

Somewhere in this lies

a moral and a lesson:

a confession.







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