Poem Title: Grenade
I pluck, shuck, and bury
My dreams deep.
Flower grenades
And happenstance,
The only impossibility
Is letting go. I am fragile
Invertebrate, the prize
Within a shell
That has endured
Beyond advantage.
I am a ballet performed
In a sling, silently
Beneath a canopy
Of disintegrated rainbows.
I am independently capsizing,
Undefinable given chase.
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