I am a little world made cunningly
whose every element   spirals
downmirroring the world
outside where glistening

surfaces fadelike a tarnished
crownThe planet prophesied
when I wasn’t listeningthrough
sidewalk cracksthrough

the scuffswhich mock my new
shoes   & through hatchet blades
grown dullso I never heard
what was awaitingmy eye & ear

Though now I feelthe zeal in my
soullike a late-night campfire  
will fully burn outunless
wilfully stoked & stirred

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