Today I could be a fig,
All my creative potential
Tucked like Adam’s after the fall
Behind a giant, heavily veined
Leaf or two
Or three,
However many it takes
To mask my swelling sac of sweetness
As it grows more taut within its skin,
Darkening with possibility,
Fed by all the forbidden knowledge
Eaten over time,
Bursting to feed generations…
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