Fallen Fruit Tree

What this mystery: a pain so vivid. We died, a sweet death:

The taste of pecans; and breadnut hurt, a wild grape. From

A distance, a torn frown; and depth the hells, an apple

Martini. Can you imagine grief: I died the fears of Satan.

Never, my mind; and never, my heart; and you laughed, my

Tears. The plant was coffee: the death was blood; and you

Laughed, my pain. It was so easy, a lover new; and such

Birth, a jelly tree. I was so possessed, a precious swan; and

So confused, a mental web. Pluck a raisin; and lie God;

But deepest valley, a mirror bold; thus the light; and thus,

The truth. It was so easy, a lover new; and serum figs, a

Fallen plague. My berry rum: court a thorn; and vision gold,

Illusion. I gnaw a dream, and picture grey; and deepest

Pain, a woman torn.