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Sunday, April 3, 2011

The 1600 Dream

forests substitute the wounded ocean to cover
thick acres of bloody paths traveled as
fires unveil snow from a frost bitten sun

discovered creation with no prior writings
enable feasts of new minds and new hearts, but
lest the tribe forget the coins carried in pockets
making millionaires to the holding crown;
a judgment revealed in its finest hour;
a commodity that controls the vision, but destroys
the elements in its manifestation of order

further on up the road…

missed lines in between history books
oblivious and preoccupied by impression
the ugliness beholds the aging tradition
leaving a blinking button to destroy enemies with
fake grenades and spat upon looks

©Andrea Laws (Author) October 20th, 2015