What might we see in broken fence
when combustion has been repealed
and all that gasps is found below
as fixed as stone-ed stalactites.
For chances unrelented once
with swiftness of a former known
but now unheard of convenience
the childs' eyes will be unveiled.
For country nay community
on slick black steeps and crooked steps
with emptiness' companionship
his feet will run their course at end.
And finding sick reality
that time was lost eternally
when lesser men shook fists and spoke
and left a void from what they took.
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