Spell
hidden pools of vomit green asked god for a reason
that sun abandoned reach of arm at canopy
god said, look, its not my place to force sun's response
but should grimy things such as yourself find
need of kiss from father time just ask trees to move
so fowl coasting in water was begged of my grime
to pardon branches way up high to be bothered
yet when birds flapped upwards a breeze mighty blew
them back to muck mutilated amongst foliage
vomit green pool hidden in forest begged god again
to which god replied, once asked me to intervene
with sun, now ask me to punish wind who only protects
canopy from birds, a small pool need not beg favors
from those above it, so treat your position as lesser
for bottom laying to feed maggots is where you should
remain. vomit green pool took great offense to man
in sky, lashing out with a fist to strangle wind into
a dance and wind begged of pool to stop but vomit
green would not adhere cycloned a twirl to tippy top
tearing away the winds, a delicate kiss on the cheek
of vomit green sent it back relaxed finally to bottom
of the pool and water fowl cursed out wind as they
bathed in pool of vomit green. with hiss of agitation
wind traveled to god listing senseless grievances done
upon him by wet hidden pools but god folded arms,
laughed and said, have you know pride in what you've done,
do you not need it spelled out for you, if you cannot
figure it out yourself, said he, then tempest you and pool
will be.
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