I spend days
trying to dig out
some semblance of a beautiful thought
excavate it like an emerald
smuggled thoroughly
hidden safely
in a dark pocket.
I'm seeing it all wrong.
all wrong.
I only have to look at it
to make it shine.
attention.
This must be the key.
everything shines
when it is truly seen.
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