On what does a tangerine wait
Each morning below the winters sun as it awakes?
Do twisted dreams linger, of what it might mean to be a taste on the memory of a forgotten alien tongue?
Is its sacred role seen -- illuminated amongst the greens and unique chaotic chrominance bouncing ancient wisdom between the neighboring leaves?
The tangerine -- victim, pawn, and, ultimately, master ; its search for self in an infinitely growing pile of mixed up words truly complete. There is much to learn.
Do twisted dreams linger, of what it might mean to be a taste on the memory of a forgotten alien tongue?
Is its sacred role seen -- illuminated amongst the greens and unique chaotic chrominance bouncing ancient wisdom between the neighboring leaves?
The tangerine -- victim, pawn, and, ultimately, master ; its search for self in an infinitely growing pile of mixed up words truly complete. There is much to learn.