Diamonds
T Tom Billsborough
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Many copy but few create that pure carbon
By immense pressure wrought in the dark earth
Of the consciousness.
Lying there for years unseen, unless
You concentrate your will into a single point
Of light, and drill beneath the layered seams
Of learned behaviour and of automatic rhyme,
And by your meditation find
The origin and source of who you are
And bring it sparklingly to light.
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