Naked
now invulnerable.
Driven by a primal power.
A mind as hard as rock.
Impervious to rain
a blank cob
floats above the flood.
Soon it will be dormant.
Consumed by the muck.
But once it had lived.
Seedless.
Full yet hollow.
It will figure itself out.
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
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