Holding it in, close, became a strength An essence, a nugget, bloom’s heart Shaped by chinks, cracks, and splits Of a shell you wished was a softer hue. Relinquished, expelled, produced a body The lucid form of your careful ambiguity From a cold clay, carved and baked An Image of remedy, poison, and sacrifice

via Scapegoat’s Paradox — Elan Mudrow