Deterioration

I'm standing on both sides of an imaginary border.
Lines drawn only truly exist in your mind.
Ideas can't live on a page.
They remain inert until acted out.
It's often so difficult to see the value in what you uncover.
You have to see the single glint of light.
Work the edges until the gem reveals itself.
Hidden beneath the dirt is exactly what you've been looking for.
Left behind in a box of memories, waiting for a second glance.
The chance to be dusted off and worn on a finger.
Even diamonds deteriorate in certain situations.
Look closely.

dm

Trap Me

Trap me.
Confine me and I will create.
Without distraction I can build.
The settled dust will billow around me in a cloud of innovation..
only to settle again once the chains are broken.
Lock the door.
Throw away the key.
Lose the combination.
Until a novel's worth of pages slide under the crack.
Until I have absorbed all the light from the room.
And purged all the light I came in with.
Until I need to recharge.
Lock me up.