Upon the torn and shorn net worth to bank
nations rise and fall like flotsam on tidal surges
consonance of creation’s third stellar generation
net worth, shorn, torn upon banked walls
In haste for truth time’s sharp withers wobble
onomatopoeia’s meanings break with miserly sorrow
crashing like waves of warriors Normandy brawls
beyond hedgerows over token tanks of thought
Nation’s hedges are conserved ledges grown
in movements coalesced from hydrogen stars
as alliterations of alimentary economic ideas
compiled cultural clumps streaming in time
Good investments grown nations additional years flow
materially silent like a moving Yukon River
forward or crushed beneath concrete feet.
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