Honeycomb of unrest

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 Now deeply rooted
in this hardly noticeable soul are morbid vines.
They're the Setaria Viridis which grapple
this unlikely candidate from within...
similar to Queens' congestion
and its choking hold on my sensibility!
With exquisite crookedness
they'll dismember any perennial bounty,
Since, they're more than mere troublesome weeds
hindering the expanse of  esteem;
growing vertical and awry as they slowly strangle
  any wholehearted endeavor.

 Loquaciously, I speak of them
as they provoke even more trivial disputes,
causing this poet  to yield unsharpened skills
of disobedience and folly.
Possibly beyond this natural growth
in an unnatural setting...
There's a useful grindstone
and a harmless ol' persuasion
burrowing into solid ground
  ...as I  wish to lay upon newer foundations!

 Like a high maintenance  Honeycomb of unrest,
inside there's hollow chambers kept orderly
by drones with regard, rewarded with significance
 whilst repairing
   this hexagonal gravesite... named A.Z.

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