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Allium-Stimuli #1
Salad days
Piquant season:
Onion, garlic, scallion, shallot, leek, and chives
I can’t seem to stop chopping
A fine, delicate novel
It’s blooming on the board I tilt injustice over
Scouting still for bioactive abuse
Diffusing to this hovering nimbus
Forming an atmospheric agony vapor
Oh it’s pouring, pouring heavy hailstones
I am chopping allium, carelessly
Mentally immobile yet
Stimulated by an upslope flow of my soul
Windward, a justifiable stance
Just down below me, the old sea
Just right above you, the new tears
Five years of onion nourishment
Eyes are salinity tolerant
Fountain of fresh tears
Streaming a waterfall
Leeways of mistakes
I cut my wings in pride
And take the long ride
Through a dead-end sign
Drought resistant
I captain
An ultimatum
Desert rain
You beach
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