A deft reptile, if entered into,
its realm
because the buildings are already
filled with humans or ventured
and I pick this rubble and that
intermittently beneath.
Hear and shriek,
the symptoms of existence,
drive me to new place,
filled with humans.
I must have lost sense
when the dawn lit a tower garden
and scaling a flower bed shade of a tree
I choose and let
everyone run high and dry.
In my dreams not
but the fear erased, few saplings
like sprouts I can think of.
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