Cutter’s Crux

Unfathomable,

is that she is natural.

But organic she is;

The hardest, the

the brightest, the

prettiest freak,

in this town yet found,

yet plucked, yet cut;

not eyed, nor prized

nor sized, nor stuck;

she is: a diamond;

I am: awestruck.

Impurities, so tainted,

such baron inside her,

the rebel she is, the rebel

without her choice; she is:

blue diamond: she conducts.

No insulations about her;

so freckled, in such flaws,

it’d be my shame if I cut

any of them off. No

one knows.

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