Isolation

That one word started to sound funny
And his magic number floated out to sea
Causing uncertainty to settle on a dark mass

Change set down roots
Permeating the vile dirt
Growing inside while burgeoning on the outside
Peacocking its skeletal limbs
Still obscuring the night sky with an oak ribcage

The finest wood must’ve been imported from somewhere
From where it didn’t matter
But influence came from inscrutable craftsmanship with an american stamp

 

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