Am a quarter of a golden fruit
a soft ripe melon
sliced to a half-moon curve,
havinf thick green rind
of a jungle growth; and th sea devours it
Am half of the wilderness rock
over the slow whalebacks heaving
In a blue bush-sea breaking.
In a splatter of scrub on the slopes
Am more than perfect!
am a matter of less weight than artistry
An art artist learn from some golden book
one armonial ancestry has taught.
Am just perfect, and so are u!
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