The green was no longer symbolic---
it had passed the point of serving as an accomplice
it was now spearheading the infiltration
And not a mint---
a sinister and calculating force
pulling on my eyelids and playing chopsticks with my lashes
seeping in through my scalp and down the back of my neck
mapping my frame like Magellan
and inhabiting my spine
turning me into a man o war
or so it felt---
Then---
on the horizon
the subtle authority that came with ambivalence
when I remembered
my funny bone
Comedy is KING!!!
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