Inadequate Innovations

January 11, 2012
the great oak trees

that dance at twilight

were the first to see it

lurking forward from the distance.

they whispered it

to the feral vines,

who’s vicious habits of gossiping

once again got the best of them.

it grew larger

day by day

and i worry

upon its arrival.

when the madness of mainstream

flocks these hills,

what will originality eat?

how will it survive?

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