Every cornfield along x axis is followed by a graveyard.

The length of one graveyard equals the length of one cornfield.

The boys and the men they would be rise along y.

The sum of laws passed and laws found

is less than the sum of the scenery and the drive

down the corn-laden backroads of z.

Into the bustle of town, the volume down, the wind

in the windows gone, the lullaby b-side dirge

sung low, the mask of love

felt.  A poignancy of

cotangents.  Then the man's dust let fly.

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