rustic_hymnal past the road cut up from the plains that surround the lake, meant to direct the overflow of sons from villages and the old country to new opportunities in the shield. it promised the hope of new beginnings and delivered disappointed dreams. the surveyors lay their chain and drew their lies. homesteads and village plots were traced on sturdy paper displayed to would be pioneers -- the doomed vanguard of a new world that their failure still, despite it all, summoned into reality. nearly two centuries later, overgrown and forgotten, pieces of these dreams litter the forest floor. here an abandoned wagon wheel, there the stone foundations of some building. the wind that blows through the empty branches sings sad hymns for a transitional world. 221124 ... raze (i love this. the title itself is a poem in four syllables.) 221124 ... past (it's from lyrics of a song from a long defunct band out of toronto.) 221125 ... past (the title, not the post) 221125 what's it to you? who go blather from