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Midday Famine
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Current Portfolio Through the haze to a long-empty silo,
here lies the arrested heartland.
It makes me want to walk, walk,
walk until I can walk no more and lie
down in a field
of cornflower blue. A blue
field lies in the haze and there I will
Lie down, lie down to die.
The tarnished rustle of the
American lifeblood makes me want to expire, to perish, to die,
in that nice way.
The Midwest Sylvia, a colonized Virginia,
I will do my sisters proud.
I am full of words and madness;
Simplicity kills.
Well written, very visual with a warm vibe. The last sentence seems to be a bit out of place though, but you're the author and you know why it's there :-)
My diverse cornucopia of praise words has run short, so in a completely non-creative way I shall say this is utterly wonderful. The rhythm embodies the landscape well and your words...I wish I could express the way that you do.