A Discovery

Vast, endless meadows of blue,
Water, pink held to its depths, my
Incubator shone rays of green;
Yellow chlorophyll.

This perception abode my mind,
Oh! how this mass which
Encompassed brought the weight
Of two-hundred beats
Per minute imploded!

Moaning bark implied on the
Shade of apples,
Screaming black pitch quietly
Stained the orange peel,
Blinding neon pierced into
Berry juices-
This is the fruit I thus bore.

Oh, through a stage of
Half-life-long empirical naivety,
I, thus old in age,
Finally realized a tautological aphorism-
"Worry is a vain stronghold;
Act, or discern futility"

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