In the embryonic land minds
- not smitten with savvy wits -
I stumbled upon gardens of brittle coralish roots;
saturated in a delightful elixir
Familiar to me before,
only as pods inside a massive fruit.
These plots of feeble 'muses';
-attractive but never valid-
can absorb the petite structure
made of lines and tender lumps
causing swelling in the plumpish organs
soon to burst and release the sweaty essence
that once boiled.
leaving them milkless and deflated.
Lumps of soggy woeness.