I am being fed
into a rolling mill,
and still I am continuous,
for I am fed,
again and again,
mercilessly..[:D]
Just because,
everyone wants me
to be the amorphous,
powdery-self…
which they can
apply anywhere
smoothly..on a whim,
and which when
spread open,
equals..nothing but naught.
Just because..
they don’t like
the crystal of me
shiny, transparent,
natural, and untouched
for it’s rigid…
and fishy human egoes
are slain badly
by it’s harsh corners.
and when reflected in the sun
it outshines all..
moreover, it feels rude
to amateur establishments
and well defined directions
are hard to deal
for the human
who are born to be confused.
worse when exposed..
is the truth of transparency.
But the irony is that
they fail to notice
Repeatedly…
That I always
come out unscratched..
and can’t distinguish
a diamond..the precious
with a piece of chalk..
I am fed again…
The mill is still rolling.
.
(I appreciate their hard work..)
~Leo