Fight the pain to gain the rain that runs down veins
as nourishing as the breath of winter’s breeze
mixed with waterfall drinks to please.
Leave the rotting socks
come and flourish in home grown potato fields.
Sigh walking down rows with dirt squeezing between toes.
Glance up to take the sky in
so you can fly up and spin
around the pin where your heart wins.
Drink in the moon beams as smoldering looks steam
and bodies lean and careen to gather it all in.
Leaving nothing in excess not stopping to rest
knocking down pests to receive the winner’s crest
lest it all be for null in which those can pull their skull
to lull the pain which causes the gain of the rain that runs down veins.
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