Feed Us Future

Versions of pellucid
Thunder spells confessed
In equity of form and
Notion can preclude the
Making of equations
As muddy soil grows wider,
Extends into the heartland
Where lifelines feed us
Nutrients of tomorrow;

Alas, their flow can never,
Seemingly, expulse the other
Sources now which force on us
Their ancient tastes that spoil
Our hungry playful palates.

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