it is the growth of protection
the zeal of containment
the fear of invasion, of corruption
of the precious that which is mine
that obscures it
seals it
restricts it
closes and narrows the air vents that lead to it
that smothers the flame
that leaves it meager, slow
congeals it into its form
which it must now protect
to remain what it thinks it is
the fiery flame that seeded it
becomes reliable, predictable
a warm stone
its smothered heart latent
in this step of its being
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