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Its green & fertile rise
I have carpeted my ceiling
with artificial grass, looking up
to a verdant expanse
never in want of mowing
I have papered my walls
with rampant frog-green ferns
that climb to the false sky of grass
like a show of amphibious hands
I have hung in my windows
unripe cotton, rippled skeins
filtering the daylight in the
breathless palest green
I have laid my every floor
with moss like lush velvet
& lichen like on gravestones
bringing my home back to nature
now I see my humid flesh
become chameleon
camouflaged as clover’s
three leaves rise
from my greening thighs
& I hear the drop of water
feel its green & fertile rise
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