Non-Erotic PoetryCereal WorldYou will find it,
Hidden behind walls of green
Acres of cornfusion
Whole grain goodness sought
by those with half a brain.
why do our sacks of bran
seem half a measure short?
But, the journey is long;
it winds through the maize
of studied illusion
cultivated for 12,000 years
by the sons of farmers
who build strong walls
around their fields
then conjure farie glimmers
revealing naught.
Pour a rye and contemplate
all that is not seen.
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