Granite laced visions
Of Truculent Truth
Earthborn fissures
Of violent proof
The chemistry of all that is not.
And the Alchemy of all that is distraught.
A phalanx of trees,
Hedges for pawns.
Pedicured feet
on Manicured lawns.
Bury me between the river and trees.
I wish to poison the creek
with my own seed.
And lay the foundation more solid then stone.
And have my son document the road
on his own.
An occasional shiver
An expected glare
Live for all emotion
Accept what is there
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