The declaration came,

ground-breaking, significant

to every aspect of my nature.

At stake is the stability

of my core symbolism, the root

and the fruit combined.


What matters is this day

to walk the wooden floors,

replenish my joy

in the simple things of duty and care,

opening to the embrace

of alternate thought patterns,

pursuing the paradox,

digging out its centre for a braver scenario

to catch and be malleable with, kneading

and knowing the vision will form,

overtake and dissolve superfluous

dreams and attachments until it

pulses like an embryo

forming, being formed

readying for




Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “Ink Pantry” June 2022



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