Toward the Surface

Constant war,

carry on to some

higher ground

full of yellow seeds

bluegrass–

the mountains told me

to always look out

for myself, stand,

unwavering…

but the river keeps telling

me to give, not to

myself, but to everyone

but myself…

who am I supposed to

listen to? What am

I supposed to turn…

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