with
a sabre of love/a dagger of art
with
a shiv of survival/a Gerber of growth
i
whittle wisely/shave subtly
and
hack with the hatchet of have-nots
(while
whistling dystopian themes)
at
the tall and tremendous tree of life
to
force and form
and
to
craft and coax
a defined and lasting point
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