rough cut

mona not lisa

there is a man

inside his heart is a stone

the stone is hard

life is hard

inside the man

are questions are vexations

big as a planet

the hard stone of heart

this muscle of I am

then

eyes open to things not looked upon

sees things not thought

then

the gravity of life compress the stone

there is now a diamond of gravity

illuminates the human condition

the man becomes a person

inside his heart is a diamond

and I will not kill myself tonight

for tomorrow, I may write a decent poem…

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