Mini tusk trunk

I was isolated in the undergrowth 

at the height of a precipice.

I was isolated and grasping a blade.

I was frightened and ready to kill

at any second. Then a Wise

in a shiny, glossy cloak appeared

on the path and said not to be scared

but to expose myself, so I did.

Tentatively we creeped along the road

and came to a mirror pool with dirt. 

There was a small, mini tusk trunk.

We nourished it. It consumed from the

holdall and was really loving itself;

going in the holdall, then joyfulness

in the dirt. It was hugging my palms

and being really vulnerable. I nurtured

it. Then I took in the beautiful, 

expansive scene.

 

 

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