long ago,
i was nicknamed the “corn.”
just a young kid
with a bunch of underdeveloped kernels.
but as it may,
i keep comin back
to grind some kind of existence
out of all my life.
this particular ear
is just another left over
from another cob
simply to be thrown away
after the kernels
have been stripped once again.
as profound as it seems,
it’s as stark of a reality
as one can get !!
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poetics~cool out of the rafters 
Great comparison of life. You make amazing connections!
it’s a blended piece. the insight simply refers to the idea that one can take a concept from nature. back then I was just a cob of corn. it shows development as I throw that old cob away. it’s the writing that teaches me survival.