Peel bukka.

Plumbing new depths reading the face of

spinning crystal tapping for 

a discovery of peeling walk ways 

the man reading not all trees grow oranges 

From pips as he trials a life grafting a tail 

within authors cave leaving explanations 

to the future inhabitants about the last 

monkey seen in the city of god 

engaging with broken blue eggs that

Should be left in the half baked 

Desert of moving rocks the 

Desert sun a requiem for a peel.