Plant Taxonomy at the Cemetery

across the festival of grasses I ran through the view of various booth and attraction run by locals and those aged faction along those sneaky foreigners with imprinted aliases rolling my bike seemed to bother with their necks closing in leaning towards my upward chin read as arrogance, instead as an evader invader of their land shattering their drinking glass yet still manage to outclass humans by using what's left of their decaying hand it's pretty in my mind thinking—I'll just pay a visit not knowing my limit until I arrived.