cucumber cleansing

cucumbers invaded my dream

they were everywhere, in abundance

in the drawers I drew them out of

in my mind's adaptability

on the vine in the garden

they told me the simplest truths

that I endured

distractions in the gawky rhythm of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony

cutting through them, slicing, chopping

until I could receive

faultless recipe

with clear cleansing characteristics

my subconscious spoke to me

among spiralled verdure branches

that we still have a lot ahead of us

and much to overcome

on this erratic way

to the higher self

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