where the truth is
right before the lies
in the clear
the light of day
all is known
but nothing new
survives

it’s wonderful
this world

we sit and watch
and rail against the waste
as the grifting grapevines
flow
and not so slowly
overtake

we wait
for what we’ll never know
but always go
with wonderful

isn’t it though

that every drop
is used
naturally infused
as runoff oil applies

self-denial
is in the soil
perfectly efficient
this tasteless land
without toil

the one we always wanted

the pomegranate
and fabled pistachio

roads
clean and clear
the straightest
most perfect lines

to a better world
grown on grim
whim and wonder
but why would one wonder
why wonder
why

for these are those
controlling water
as the living mother
dies

Peace/Love

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