I go to a dark room
to contemplate the light
because when its hidden I see it just right
I'm a swelling bead on a Blade of grass
waiting to leap
when the invisible winds pass
its an answer
before the questions ever asked
I'm a dull axe waiting to be chosen
but what good man reaches for a dull tool
I'm dull but I'm not useless
I can be sharpened
and sharpened
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