Homeboy leaving the sheath shallow
Redeemed for good. Heartened taste
of the mother’s pie is yet to mature.
Wheat to malt. Learning to vice right.
“Shake off their sterile curse” – is of
puzzle no more. The gist of reality is
consequent. Who have I wronged before?
Where was I? What? The undertime?
The undertime
© Copyright: Fern, 2003
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