Tilth

Where some see filth

I picture tilth

What some perceive as injuries of scythes

I, gratefully, pay as dutiful tithes

While some remain deaf to the major scales

I listen hard for life's cautionary tales

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To weather filth, obligations, and noise

Or relish the growth, satisfaction, and poise

Each imagines their world from the inside, primitive, out

The blessed among us preen, from certainties, the doubt