Plight of land in hindsight
stripping to a house on the end
Dynamic power imparts partition,
partial status, quo unquo,
“Excuse me” and stuffy like that
Nonetheless no face is out of place
I woke up wiping the twitch
from my eye to no avail
Vapid rapids go
over the rabid top
down the rabbit hole
React, shun the act
but just in time, go back
by chainsawing down
the oldest tree diagonally
Glance at the warped cross section
with wider rings, stroke against
the coarser grain like pixelated years
for those living back then
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