A good name pitched into the soil. nnTear the land with the shovel, with the spade, with the towel, with the hand, and cache this crown in a mount of wet winter earth.nnA sole display for our troubles endured. Neither stone, nor post, nor flower shall serve or burden the beholder with ornament or reminder. nnAnd the neighbors do protest, You'll reap no greater harvest. nnBut it's never for the profit of the crop nor the grace of the garden that I this name commit to a Georgia red clay ditch. nnTo shed all supposition and disappointment I sow these seeds of my desired end. nnTo be nameless and faceless, oh what a weightless blessing to receive. nnWe give ourselves the small attempts to share with you our souls, but if she doesn't trust anybody I hope no one ever trusts her again. nnWaiting too long to say what you mean and give looks their intentions. nnCompact fire into undesired space will only explode.