EARTH-LAIN BLANKET
Whether I am comforted, or a comfort
for others; whether I am alive to my
will or dead to all else, I am here in
my Earth-lain blanket. Shrouded in
the soils of intention and meant for
nothing else but doing, I am a hammer
and nails man and not a conceptual
fry. It can be two hundred years since
I've awakened others to my own woke
self; and now that symbol of nothing
is dire indeed and they have stolen
that from me. Alas, but, no. I will
still say what I say, in this ground
where I lay. In my Earth-lain blanket
of forever and a day!
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