All misspellings, capitalizations, and punctuation are purposeful in this poem.

Blades

Thousands of Green Blades pierce my stomach
As I lie Facedown in the Red dust
Remembering that Everylast piercing Black
As the Golds of sun penetrate my skin
Marking a Stain of performance
A blotch of unfitting Gray
On the coruscating White of conscience
And above and inside endless Blue
Allconsuming the Void of space
The transitory Shade of self
Cast by action Inhumanly human
The form of an Appletree in pears
The Green Blades open me once more
And out a stream of Red Bleeds
Until the White of Snow covers me
And the Sprouts of New rise up
With my Frigid body
As shades of Sunrise stream through My Nightsky.