bake
the stones in my brain
are sprouting flowers
creating showers
never resolved
bask in confusion
open-ended lifeopen, what a word
to intertwine with others
it’s meaning
contradicts meaning itself,
along with every other word
open, what i strive to be
to all people and experiences
yet — a clam is the constant stance
keep the pearl sacred
upkeep the shine
for sand dusts to dull
the inspired light
that glows in the setting
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