Siloed Ledger Covered In Dust

The moon grows brighter
But Hope's eyes are turning red
Unacceptable.

It's not exposure
But the lack of permission
That infuriates

These knives cut both ways
Harvest ends and flames begin
You reap what you sow

I have been a weed
A handful of times taking
Choking out brightness

Have you been the wheat?
To what pocket can you flee?
What house will take you?

It must be secure.
Not one grain or wheat seed lost
But many siloed

To hibernate till
Your damage caused has faded
Halls forget your name

eep is declared clean
Book nook's dust notwithstanding
Then ledgers perused 

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