weeds, onion shoots
growing from the side
of abandoned dirt roads
careless carbon, without consciousness
not content nor contempt,
just being
energy in the atmosphere
always we press on
with the force, their breath
moving us through
eternity
the yoke splattered on my shirt
subtle reminders
that the soil and my soul
aren’t so damned different
and acidic pieces of death
in the air
passing through
keeps me moving
keeps me alive
the potholes
keep me awake
on my long drive through Hell.
Wow amazing x
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Thank you!
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