Arboreal

Obododimma Oha

Was climbing a tree climbing a solar experience

Was waltzing the temptations of the leaves

Was wing in chlorophyll, greening my pathos

Was in the shadows as in the mood of a flowering tan

Was reading the spots on the skin of a talkative squirrel

Was hoping a Nobel could xylem through to the best human beast

Was arboreal in the post-human, seven harams away from sainthood

Was poetry was prose in the visual silence

Was fallen in Eden, liberated from orgasms

Was threesome oneness happening ever-after