by Phoebe Warren
Knowledge grows upon each fold
Crafting its path through cuts and scolds
Lines ebbing away
The naked shame
Of the once flawless creations
The blank sheet is scratched and scarred
Ink trickles down the coloured chard
A needle indents
The artist commences
To create meaning for the piece
The creasing of the once taunt skin
As each fold nestles into the chin
Buries deeper into
Its skeleton frame
Crevices; peaks form this landscape
A human maps the rigid wake
Left by the rocks stacked by the lake
Circles and lines
Match their height
Paving an explorer's delight
Alas, see - the nobel tree bark
Its subtle patterns make her mark
Years of wisdom
Trapped in her trunk:
We yearn for her enlightenment
And so we find the piece complete
Space where desolate finds defeat
Comprehension marks
Contour, skin and barks
With lines in which the truth secretes
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