The Secret I

my  diamonds gleam brighter tonight
I know
a small secret grows unauthorised
a secret sweet as summer air
a delicate fruit
in fluid skies it grows
a dark sun
a slow rise
a long surfacing

and my  arms burn
burnt umber  from the outside
I feel my chamber tremble
faint flutterings of life in there

I have a softer ore
than gold
embedded  in my body  like a seam
more  precious than my diamond rinj
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