when
the paper finally unravels
the
dogma texts
will
take on new forms
grounded
and nurtured in dark loam
like
sunflower fields
migratory
birds
calling
out the believers and nonbelievers
to think
anew
let
the rotting go forward
a
new day always begins
like
darkness
leave
your steel-toed boots behind
toughen
your flesh soles
footsteps
bare
but
the path is clear
---
e b bortz
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