thrust, grow
green fall
White bite
Die, live
rise, thrust
Grow green
White fall
Grow sweet
Sweet fall

Round green sweet
This map of worlds
Sweet running
From the corner of my mouth
Sweet trickling down my throat
And at the heart
hard bitterness

If this the fruit that Adam ate
that locked our heavens gate
with just one bite

my god, my lord
I would have swallowed whole
The Tree