In search of strange fruit
Swimming in a sea of tranquility I see the forbidden fruit of the paradoxical coconut tree, only free for the monkeys sipping their magical tea.
The power three, tea, the weed.
Washed ashore from the sea of lucidity, I can see a paradoxical coconut tree leaning close to me, the forbidden fruit smelling so sweet.
Those happy monkeys lounge lazily in a big spherical mug of magical, twinkling tea. It’s surface flickers, hinting at the possibility of eternity.
Credit to Samango
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