I'm bliss-less
Going free, I'm chainless
I tire of length,
Of endless banter
Of a place that tides
Towards boundless answers.
Peaceful being
Of greening pastures
Paved over by heat-absorbing mats
Decaying homes, crumbling with angst
Instant and tranquil by a large pang
Ringing ears, bleeding innards
Pine needles and dust
Against peeling rust
Eternally prospering
Succumbing to greed, and lust.
I'll give it meaning
in future pretenses.
Cringing with power
Over perpetual fences,
Ends aching
Greed breaking
Reality strays, stitches fray
On green pastures we will lay.
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