Apple

a sequence of events naturally
proceeds in linear fashion
but as it were as a bee
we approach things laterally

our blind spots are the pigeonholes
the cubbies of safely rigid prose
an even number of fingers and toes
ignoring the rot in every rose?
no, we simply follow our nose

information fidelity
a word like apple has no taste
as a symbol connected to reality
yet as summer ekes the fall
all ink on paper is just human waste
on very real apples we will feed
(hunger is a basic need)
maggots come as blowflies go
but when we're gone we won't know

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