Prickly like the hair
Growing under your skin,
Unseen
Building link after link,
Till one day
You see it sprout.
A slow passage of what-nots
That erase you
Quietly.
In your firmament
Of burning ambition
You've missed it.
What's been hiding
In plain sight,
Conspiring
In dark and light,
In shade and gleam
To catch you unawares.
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