day 20

the trees of tespu

on the fourth day of creation
we were made
one a seed, one of flesh
in our saps, surrealisme
while our common monad roams
the fantasies of plumeria

this is not the frangipani you know.

we were made
one to prophesy, the other to pillage
there was both, the seer and the lecher
deep in the cunt and womb of our mother.

we were made
one hunted for by magii,
the other a predator on the hunt.

the body as tree of tespu
contains the formula for sex crimes
the fruit of thy womb of tespu
contains the formula of our makers
the place of the forests of tespu
contains the formula for our ouroboros

we have fed a whole nation in the desert
we have become burial place of priests and insects and godforms
we’ve had the children of your dreams sit beneath our shade
we’ve had threats from machines
yet, even when your bodies decay into the earth
we will still stand watch over all of you.
we will feed you watermelons
we will open wormholes for your passing stars.

on the fourth day of creation
we were made as part of you.

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