Past the Hog Farm
Feel its richness in your hands
Smell the life in its beginnings
Face down in the dirt
Breathing in the newness
No matter how you sweeten
The sting still festers and swells
Dipped naked into the blood
Bones scattered in the wasteland
Begging to be brought along for the ride
We worship it most fervently
Remote from our earthly self
Crystal clear horizon that beckons
Pulling us to unknown adventures
To walk upon the tightrope
While the people clap and cheer
As it develops through experience
Paid for by the meek and lowly
Those that will someday inherit
Marinated in the message
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