innocence machine

i stuck my hand inside the hollow of a god tree
& it came out full of marbles. 
walking through weeds & weathered moth flocks,
i am looking for a place to bury my teeth.
if only. if only. when i was the size of 
a black bear, i used to eat with my fingers.
soon, i will come upon a great box of transmogrification.
it will chew me until i am the purple jelly bean
or else the echo of a sincere bought of laughter.
when was the last time you cut the head off 
a plague creature? the difference between my child-self
& my now-self is now i am polite to my own desctruction.