to repent from our success,
not in repetition of resent;
in jubilation
of the snuffing
of old ideals
and creaking chambers
of has-been.
Be wary the wizened weed-
we tempt...
wishes of future casting,
that all will change
and paradigms of hat box parcel
and suited huff bluff
will blow out
with birthday candles.
Seeding is fucking
in a fertilized soil...
withered corn doesn't
tell lies.
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