42'obscured By A Branch Poem by GRANT FRASER

A fence
not just any fence
but a division,
yeah -the this our side
of it, and well, just take
a long long look....

I live in the middle
of what people do,
everything does circles,
so fast it makes me uneasy,
before I spin off
across the edge of things!

it stretches right across
and down the middle,

one side of it
is never free,
another faces
mankinds wall,

I swear a lot
and might as well
circle the posts
of introspection,

this shambles of a fortress
stands everywhere;
in every visible place
the world over,

and the one to very
top of where I'm going,

and then another...

the next.....

I laugh
a bit
as a sort of decompression,

but this is not a funny face,

and believes
that most people
live far! far! far! away...

with little finds,
but their fences...