Apr 06 2011
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rough making
some days the going’s smooth
some days rough
some people grow wheels
and roll about because mother our wits
are not enough without output to show
for the musings you value from your
son/daughter/child so brilliant
and yet
the proof of sunlight
and water
and nutrients
is in the plant.
and without a forest to show
for all the musings you have known
laying in bed with a ceiling fan
spinning your thoughts like a cotton gin…
child, you are a sterile cog…
in a recession of cogs…
only organic genesis will save you from this fate.
will you grow a forest (or better
yet a crystal?)
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