Organic Poem by Wies Blaize
Organic
I experience my words not as water
But drink it like grape juice
Expect a taste papilla that is working and
Making movements omitted apathy?
Penetrates damp into my seam my breath
Evaporates in sweat urine gurgles
An I started at the beginning
Saturated
Till next time words water waters
Spitting grapes.
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