HIERONIMOUS BOSCH PEARS
I ate one and the blood came trickling
out, an image of some ancient appeared,
like a chalk-drawn imagining in some
Lascaux Cave, and then the smoke
from the Heavens came downward.
Garden of Earthly Delights? Ah, for
sure. I was propelled, eagerly, into
the ether-sphere of wantonness.
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