perhaps giraffe

There is an esoteric art of treating
Plants as disturbed animals. They become
The tiny tentacles of a summer avalanche that
Have lost the sense of reality and finally have
Fallen apart among the nauseous flowers
Of the valley. Their time has come
In the absence of God, as if
He has ever existed for a moment. Anonymous,
Nameless bliss.

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