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It nestled in the grey of his skein
knotted in wet brain every new
memory layered on top coating
the irritation a proto-pearl growth
The grain at its centre barely grit
was a drifting vexation carried on
a random current it settled at his edge
sinking it hardened to a fatal trinket
The sand speck accumulated
as a Munchausen story every
defensive squirm of flesh adding
a veneer sparkle embellishment
To a jewel that will split his rough
hewn seam without a knife pushed
and turned the pearl will bulge erupt
relinquished when he cuts himself
in half
