the
contours of the land
might
let you think
that
it's all endless
another
plain
leads
to a mountain
there
are gold leaves
in
the short term
and
after that
you
open your arms
to
the decay
and
the ultimate
transformation
the
earth will carry on
past
the boarded up
and
abandoned
where
forests have paid in blood
a
new circle of stewards
will
arise
from
the black loam of millennia
nurtured
by a mother's hand
and
from every river
a
revelation
---
e b bortz
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