The rose spines
won’t compost
with the other
trivial wastes
of time.
The agave thorns
beat their bitterness out
on no one
but themselves
achieving the peaks.
Purely for the prick
of emptiness they offer
is it possible for them
to show up at all
at the very birth of nothing.
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