At_Last

Excalibur G.F.E. McGuiness

Lonely road Through seas of corn

Carry travelers quickly gone Stretch to meet a failing sun Pass away the way you've come. Tell me, do you ever care Of fates of drifters that you fare? Towering steel Astride the fields Charge your voltage lines ahead From whence they came To hence they spread Outstretched limbs upholding Energy unfolding. Power here, To power there, Do you really care?

Sitting here beneath these skies I watch each bloom that lifts then dies.

Seeds from hand To earth as thrown

In careful gesture, harvest grown. Are expectations held so dear?

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