The High Electric Fruit (From, Poet On Www)

The high electric fruit, On to the heavens own; To mankind attribute, The lives old backbone. Little by little cement, No clouds light or shade; The blackbirds’ advent, And blue skies arrayed. Yellowed high red dim, Round and round it glows; The world's full of whim, Where it sometimes goes. Into the time schedule, Gathering to a reappear; A hot eye's ambisexual, Throughout day and year. The high electric eye, That gives force of a life; The ball upon the sky, The golden in every rife. An apple of a paradise, Inside the houses windows; Light and shade disguise, Where seed to plant grows.