Diamonds

Depression really feels like the heart is being pressed on, such an accurate name. How do they make diamonds again? The shine feels worn from pictographs over captured pasts We are all sick of the fake polish Paint over this, cut out that, brush up this, cover up that. I wonder if the radiance of gems is worth what they say Or if keeping them longer in the earth creates brighter skys We need the brightest sky we’ve ever seen Full illumination of our brightest dreams Diamonds grow from excruciating internal heat More heat more pressure more darkness So let your insides burn Until the diamond forms Until your inner radiance Bursts out your skin like a supernova We are the rainbows created when diamonds meet sunlight. Our generation the generators of delight This is the press on into the darkness and collapse This is the burial under all the imagined lack This is the age from which we will never go back Earth stars illuminated from the inside tide Press on into the diamond dawn

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