Bitter Elderberry

Bitter Elderberry

I understand their decision,

They couldn't wait until tomorrow for the revolution.

Off in the distance remnants of shrapnel,

The cannon's blueprint,

Crisscross fields of Elderberries,

Elder version of the mind is evolution.

Studying the scars on their ancestors to dispute the illusion.

My notebook spoke of the revolution, the product of bitter societies.

A marriage of pencil and paper alluding to resolution.

Anger inducing text,

Or the mathematics of atom fusion, less than ideal, yet less confusing.

Picturesque ceiling over heavy feuding,

It's just my interpretation of dawn when Nebula swoops in.