Buried Treasure

All that I counted gain was but loss (In the spots whereto Latency teems). On cut, polished stones in fields of dreams, Each pirate's loot was marked with a cross, Where dreamers and their dreams were serried; The tollbooth had lulled them all to sleep Within the interment parcels, deep, Hidden in earthen vessels buried In plain view on these treasure islands; Panegyrics soon voiced his pleasures Of unknown descendants' veiled measures Of wisdoms covered on these highlands, Boxed with talents, volumes, inventions, Signed with this epitaph on each tomb- "Potential sealed up after the womb Will pave this road with good intentions. Thus, rob your own grave, enlarged since birth, Of pains, knowledge, and the fear to fail; True Natures make known your visions well; Empty your treasure-troves upon earth."