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I am but just a grain fortified by integrity
a correspondent to the waves of Fibonacci melody
but fragile alas death's dry touch keeps tightening
I am my own righting
a lightning strike in short stride of transparency
I finally know my place
while my surroundings remain unknown to me
I throw no stones
because the unknown is the only true home of free
heard through the conch shell's echo of gull calls
until the sound asleep
felt as a gentle breeze
and the tides that push and pull pieces so peacefully
because starry nights are what keeps dreams and hoping key
Like a diamond in the ruff come to find loves true esprit
Over flowing oceans give life to streams from the highest seas
and hurricanes renew and change paths
merciful humor only seen through the eye in thee