it's an avocado hour in the bye
with oils in colours to please the eye
pluck from the finite tree
of life given given to lie
green in time growth in mime
a theatre-filled fruit-acting sky
still on the stage of your tummy tie
avocado eye shears darkness
into light a sparkle in the right
direction watched from above
protected from behind and beneath
spreaded wings sprawl out of grey
a green dove with oil on its wings
left in front a spectacle of growth
gathered as a gifted avocado sky
in yellow beige ready for another
unmasked page not betrayed
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