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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