Plants standing in the dark
Cold, inanimate
Colorless, ungrowing
Until the word was spoke
And became light
Two girls plied glass after glass
Of wine from their vineyard
Till father was reeling
Then took him to bed
Milked him of their seed
The angry father
Looked with regret on his creations
Turned the heavens loose
To murder them all
Then changed his mind
These tales
Have a beauty of image and word
Like every lie ever told
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