Diversion’s Prosperity
Sleeping on the floor, I once drank to a hush hush earth.
Unfiltered by blood bath society,
professors resolved to test it,
fearing that consent coupled with
so much hesitation may prove unavailability.
It’s not my house,
but I wonder, “Who will be doing the dishes?”
I don’t need to be here or there.
Similar to the way we all find being a father carries great importance,
I was nailed down by a friendly floorboard.
Gripped by majestic strength,
I realized my old toys weren’t just meditating.
Awaking on the edge of the forest, I splintered a concealed universe.
Sophisticated by glory stricken dilution,
He shined through these pines,
and the apples felt his enormous, over the top soar.
It’s not my forest,
but I wonder where all the apples will go?
I want to be here and maybe there.
Unfamiliar to the means in which I embody a canopy,
I was suspended by hospitable botany.
Hung by majestic strength,
I discovered my new allure was only lost juvenescence.
-Eric Egavian
