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TO BE AN OYSTER

the pearl was once
a grain of sand,
the grain of sand
was once a pearl.
i am here
because of my hurt,
eroded, weary,
unsure of worth.
(because of what
i can’t metabolize,
it forms wretched wounds
in my eyes).
invisibility is easy—
seems to be
what the world demands
of an atheist, childless,
whom no one understands).
(i don’t believe
my own dream.
to aspire after failure
seems so obscene).
Posted 07/12/10
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