A Fork in the Dirty Snow
A feather is heavier than a stone,
An apple is the same size as the moon,
I say.
You laugh at my beliefs, confused, restricted
with the obvious.
I know you cannot eat your soup
with a fork.
But I use the fork only.
And my soup
tastes a lot better than yours.
I see the world from upside-down
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