spent

I am what my expression triggers

think of it like you were an axe:
that gets at what it hacks at

I am the ripples that I generate

without hacking away
nothing surfaces
nothing is disclosed
nothing is truly discovered

you get at what you hack at

whatever you touch unlocks itself
along with a part of yourself
but the things you simply gaze at
from the safe distance of observation and wishful thinking
remain forever hidden
you remain an idle axe
dreaming of the riches of experience
rotting away locked-in, unused

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