The rattle of applause
Turned ninety degrees into rain,
Then that patter to piss,
And anxiety to excitement;

Great drums to movements
That were flushed away
As I left the town
Square for the wilderness.

I then ate leaves.
I ate leaves for 3 years.
They were everywhere,
Voronoi, tiling my quail-ia.

Always different,
And beautiful, like we.
A green snow-storm.
An organic fractal

Leafy tendrils plucked another and others.
Yet this time, surprised by blue, I saw the sea,
Then stopped seeing altogether.
Grow into the sand and feel the sodium increase. S[l]ipping from my toes.

The massage of the tides knows Nirvana.
Dark balls arrive and congregate around the waist.
Grow in numbers, seeping in[to]wards.
A feeling. Strange, yet welcome.

Waves of humanity shudder through me.
Lost in the transformation.