a thousand bodies pressing in on me
but no hands touch, no eyes will see
oh what is this thing, university
can I find it within, or surrounding me?

sharp/thickly rolling fumes from the walnut
where the stem was snapped, diffusing from the cut
roll in fresh grass but keep your eyes shut
or fly over folded fields - nature proudly struts

delight in sharp sense, children of the eye,
reach not for the simple sugared saliva sigh
but reach, climb, nibble; whatever you fancy: try
caution/do not swallow (or else you may die)

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