Thorns

I cast my eyes in desperation
Seeking your final name
A human name
Groomed, I am, and unready to tell
Heave up your boundaries for me
Little-minded boundaries
Bordered by thistle and thorn
That somehow, somehow are blessed!
Validate me in accordance with your mood
Judge my flowers and fruit
Negate all I know is the truth
All I know is the truth

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