must roll over to be heard... evil
lurks in the valleys between these
hills - my mind is careful to avoid;
roads of other thoughs, paved long
ago, wind their way in and around
these hills hoping to confuse my
judgement - I sustain credibility
by ginning up my courage... hope
falls through the grains of sand
that surrounds these hills and is
trapped in the underworld and
taught how to be innocent... a
new dawn... a new day... beckons
to be heard when it awakens from
its self-induced coma to avoid
yesterday's visitors who brought
gifts instead of friendship... age
lessens the impact of ignorance
but we all know when it's too late.
22 August 2022
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