Hangunder

Specificity will end 
the road less gaveled
just icy mend
society unraveled

history's story
complexity fiction
imagination's gory
convexity friction

lenses are ground
to skies that were breaded
crunchy resound
a hearing slept headed

on top of the house
a creeping vine stricture
birding to grouse
watching the mixture.

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