From The Lab

A Little Heavy

With words fine as lace and painted with gold,
Drenched in conspiracy, against the square
Restless native, divided, conquer one;
Free to develop strength, nude and untamed,
Product of chemicals, potions and such
Substances crystal clear, murky as night,
Leave the blind vision, to stop and to stare,
At the heart of the flame, the core of truth,
To feed rough the ravenous, hungry dogs.
Repeat the same stories, the lesson sticks
And legends, bored, allow the veils to fade;
Let living keep the mysteries of life,
Absorbed through roots for the blossoming day.