It's duress,
And what comes out
-istically.
Sometimes it's an exhaled breath,
A drop of sweat,
A tear,
A splinter, that finally got squeezed
And tweeezed,
And made its way
Into the light of day.
Ancient beauty,
Artifacts,
Were cheat notes
And hacks to pass
History exams and physics class.
And if you translate obelisks right,
Each cartouche that finds the light
Will explain
That wind or snow or rain
Won't fade the ancient truth.
But only life and love will make
This honest world go round.
-jenn
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