Black Tree Island
Soul refuses cohabitation.
Allow your dreams to be cast away.
Star decay is precipitation.
They are smeared across each solar ray.
Visions of breakneck transformation;
watch the camels become waves today.
Sailboats manifest the formation
where minute mermaids sing, dance and play.
Charred pine beckon inoculation;
fruits that strip reason from all we say.
The natives propose a vacation.
Itself offers whimsy not cliche
but only to ease degradation.
For now your ego cannot sit say.
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