I, the food of a treasure cat
Peeling unseen paths speckled with night tears
Fruit bowl my peek out, my colour amber, with I, the mosquito
trapped within
I wince in tropic air and flare by artificial light
A brother to ghost but brought to life by Amazonia’s colours
My character Orang-utan, with a spider monkey of behaviour and
moods
I, the illusion to human eye, as we come face to face with magician
as spy
I, the bubbling, orange wax, but can be a trick to eye, as if you
put your finger in, you feel the rage you will out bring
We, the daft and definitely silly, encourage clowns in their circus
of joking pity
We, the pixel of colour on a joker playing card
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