Beneath the rock,

Below the clouds,

Under the tide,

Lies that “spark”.


That little coruscating object,

The last glimmer of hope,

Your true self.


When you least expect,

It shows.

When you least desire,

It burns.

When you least want it uncovered,

It grows.


No matter what,

It is there.

And I think

I have found it,

Within you.

The End

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