i)
it is a naked thorn,
a deep seed
settled
beneath the shining wall,
a conduit of touch
that pins us
beneath our border.
ii)
within this duality
there are two kinds of dirt:
that knelt upon,
which is harsh, dry
and arid;
or that contained, which is fluid,
a young mind, still
able to swallow the sea,
still open beneath an endless
sky-
open and therefore alive
in its movement.
iii)
of all things bound
to growth,
each reflects self
and other the same
but when aged too far,
too often
such light inverts.
Bronze trophy winner
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