Pulling Weeds

Somewhere in my childhood,

someone told me my view of reality was wrong

In innocence and ignorance I believed their lie

There then thus were sown the seeds of diffidence 

Here now, invisible hands

pulling pulling pulling

An interminable tangle

of vines & dirt & plasma & blood

Rive from the recesses of my heart

Descendent down into the solar plexus

Finally geld with a knife,

leaving just enough behind

to keep me humble

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Excellent

:>)

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Thank You Stephen

for bearing witness to my words