Family Tree
The damned roots
which unseen usurp my standing
leaving the cement below cracked askew.
These cursed branches
which creak in swaying to social winds
Keeping me awake.
The fallacies i find in these leaves
forever shifting making work
a yard that is never cleaned.
The undying support of blood run deep
cut to save my sterile home.
Shifting light in sunsets with colored minds
reduced to omnipresent glare from lonely vantage.
Meditation in each leaf known so true
Painted in the masters hand infinite variance.
Now the family tree burns at my feet
smoke hiding the bless'd night sky.
What sin hath been wrought,
by these two(too) tiny hands.
Nick Bacon feb 6 2012
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