WHEN SOUGHT TWICE :
ALIEN SPACES
I live in the larkspur tree, where it
dwells. No one ever bothers me.
My strange seeking orb stays
aloft, following things to invisible
missions. Why else do you think
we are here? For you? Any part
of this delicious Nature, we have
given it to you; you do not remember
for we have cleared your minds of
that. Take that floating train to Hades,
if you dare, but it will only bring
you back to here.
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