Loathing
I find fruit impossible;
Apples are too hard,
peaches are too soft,
tomatoes are too plump,
apricots are too dry,
and always a blemish, no matter how ripe.
In a living sea
I see only disappointments:
an octopus with seven tentacles,
a whale with a missing fin,
a shark with a missing tooth,
a dolphin that cannot coordinate,
an orca that's lost its wrath.
On ant hill,
I see ants with broken legs;
In a canopy,
I see trees falling over;
In a cloud,
I see imperfections;
In the sky;
I see constellations missing stars.
I loathe loathing,
and I loathe loathing loathing,
and I loathe loathing loathing loathing,
And I loathe it all.
I am only what I am not.
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