Every cornfield along x axis is followed by a graveyard.
The length of one graveyard equals the length of one cornfield.
The boys and the men they would be rise along y.
The sum of laws passed and laws found
is less than the sum of the scenery and the drive
down the corn-laden backroads of z.
Into the bustle of town, the volume down, the wind
in the windows gone, the lullaby b-side dirge
sung low, the mask of love
felt. A poignancy of
cotangents. Then the man's dust let fly.
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