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I Am......

i
transform
myself

i do not create
myself

i do not destroy
myself

i do not have
that power

i am ripe
as a red luscious
fruit

i am not my curse
oh i cease
to be just
a word

or a work of
art

beyond wood and metal
beyond
my own canvass,

i fall

so gently

and surrender

to my root

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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