Eat the banana.
I don't want to eat it.
Eat the apple.
It is old and sweet with rotten flesh.
Fall into the empty space.
Run frantically back and forth,
trying to escape while the jaguars
laugh high above.
Hurtle through the clouds.
Paranoia and sympathy at
the green one.
It is your friend.
Crawl through the tubes
hanging from the Empire State Building.
They are made of soft fabric
and are fun to tumble in,
but don't roll out of the ends.
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