What we’re talking about’s more like landscape
Laying itself before us as we travel through
Its stones & stories are the world around and
In
It’s like a ritual – no not a perfected one
Binding us to death, but improvising to give power
Let us move freely & loosely, OK then
Flourish
Yes, deny and riot, even burn
But build at once, replacing things
By people & what we need to live well and
Flourish
Even feast: on curry pie, cold noodles
Anything too the children love who now range freely
Truly nourished & nurtured fully outside and
In
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