Washed up on a lonely beach
Craggy black brown
From greenery - movement
Layered infinetly slow
Home to beetle ant butterfly
A skeleton of former self
Twisted; not quite right
Supporting within leathery crag
A remnant of the cradle of gold
The light
Burning bravely bright
Cast and glow shadow and sight
Warmth reflecting inside
Omnicant eye
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