compacted squares of wheat
pack in box of recyclelable
reach my lips into my teeth
reacted with my tongue sweet
repeated in tens of minutes
while i ponder of traveling
didn't left my chair i thirst
i stop for a moment to admire
videos from drone gatherer above
amazing better than when i am
up there walking along ridges
even chasing butterfly flapping
up close i could see million eyes
who could escape that? no one
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