Like a Diamond
So maybe
like a diamond,
So maybe
like a diamond,
more than fifty
percent of me,
the original shape,
has been lost in the cutting,
polished into a simple sparkling,
smoothed and rounded by spinning disks,
coated by a paste of bejeweled dust and oil.
Its hard to tell
where I formed
-- a hundred miles
below the surface amidst
a river of molten lava
--it could be that
I just jumped into being,
spear and shield in hand,
from the thunderous head of a volcano,
taut and crisp and concealing wisdom
from the bursting out of my Mother's tierra.
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