One must have the mind of an oyster
who builds a home from her own substance,
to possess the grain of sand that slips in
while she opens her body to the sea.
Not one to expel a challenge
her voluptuous mantle
embraces the grain,
gifting nacre layer upon layer,
until a smooth white gem,
cool to the touch,
radiating an iridescent fire,
The oyster knows the sand
is the heart of the gemstone.
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