I had restraint once
rosemary fields, a line of flags above
lettering with gold tips, silver linings
broken, wooden boards, with wheat growing
around the wells
white flowers, growth of lavender,
emerald veins filled with chalk
dull reigns to divide and talk
I had restraint once
dual fields, more lines below
but nothing but white lines, making
squares of marble stone
as thunder breaks bone
telling me to restrain myself
once more.

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