jack and jill —
– Sanity is exchanged for a Peak
Spoiler alert… “Everybody Dies”
A flower attempts not to speak
And a conspiracy nobody denies
Fear not its cell. Under is above
It still simply a ‘good nightmare’
Sweaty bodies try to sell a love
Leaving a misunderstood stare.
Remain “Free”. Passion is prison
Chains agree; the scent is poison
Look Up. Nonsense brings down.
The hill’s feet are broken crowns
— Ricardo Sexton