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I'll till this land 'til I become it
In ashes.
I plant rows of roses for my mother-
A featherweight unfurling of clichés
Wedding thorns to keep them closer
I'll sow random seeds for both my brothers-
Mysteries unraveling under cover
Out blooms infinity with a drop of water
And then come all the weeds to be my father-
Drawing light to slowly suffer
He grows and spreads from out of nowhere
Through beating sun and barren winters--through arid earth and fruitless venture
I'll till this wasteland for the future
So that my sons may know much greener pastures
In ashes.
I plant rows of roses for my mother-
A featherweight unfurling of clichés
Wedding thorns to keep them closer
I'll sow random seeds for both my brothers-
Mysteries unraveling under cover
Out blooms infinity with a drop of water
And then come all the weeds to be my father-
Drawing light to slowly suffer
He grows and spreads from out of nowhere
Through beating sun and barren winters--through arid earth and fruitless venture
I'll till this wasteland for the future
So that my sons may know much greener pastures
100 words, came out as a poem.
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touches me
in ways I can't explain
family in too many ways and pain in too many more
lovely
in ways I can't explain
family in too many ways and pain in too many more
lovely