planting vision is no fun

OFFICIAL PRECIS IN C MINOR:
(to be sung to any available tune)

The trees could not see where to grow, so we seeded the field with eyes,
but birds pecked at them and drank their fluids.
We set ontological traps to deexist the birds,
but they came back reclassified as shrews, and attacked the eyes again.
Please advise.
Please advise.

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