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Jutted Edge
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Spunky Fresh Jutted out pieces of awkward and meaningless cracked earth ,
Possess such patience
when crumbling away
And detaching itself from the stagnant aging cliff
which birthed its being.
Slanting indifferently , dangerous whispers
Claiming self, rooting trees,
Gnawing self inflicted splinters.
A chance of blooming beauty is still alive within its feel,
Though a rocky piece of unstable ground ,
With edges
So strong and deep ,
Almost seeming to violently slice its sharp and ominous shape
Into the serene pastel air of nothingness,
Boasting of wishful strength and power,
Masking deep and fundamental needs.
Only one single root need be shared
Below the surface soil
And common boulder shade
To help with nourishment and aide,
Blindly controlling what nature has made.
Now see this extended and lonely formation
Resting high above the unknowing
weight tilting balance between that of the concrete,
And that of the meeker value,
Connected only now as an energy parasite,
gripping tightly onto to its host
moulding branches and leafy vines to intertwine
And bind.
For without this forceful cling to hope,
No colorful health would have reason for growth.
