Sarah Zale

Rock, Paper, Scissors

I am rock. I am paper.

I am of the earth: steadfast, immutable.
I am of the earth: of seed, of root, of tree. Mutable. I am leaf.

I am constant. The shark, the cheetah, the snake at my side.
I am protean. I am beetle. Of phoenix. I am of chrysalis egg.

You should worry about scissors.
I think little about scissors.
This is a world of scissors and rocks.
The world does not think of scissors and rocks in autumn.

Autumn is about falling. About winter. Only rocks survive.
Autumn is about gathering for winter. Paper gathers colors.

Scissors cut paper. Rock beats scissors.
Paper gathers colors even for rocks.
Scissors cut paper. Rock beats scissors.

Spring always comes.

 

 

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