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Out of a nutshell
by Ani Boghossian
Infinity it is
And I have nothing
Even inspirations that untie
To flutter
Between fireflies and lampposts
Sidewalks and dim clouds
Trees and empty bottles
Drift into air
So that I can
Inhale
And while I hold my breath
I can write symphonies in motion.
But Lord,
I could be bounded in a nutshell
And count myself king
But instead I
Wash the feet of existence
And indulge
My owning of nothing in anything at all.
I emerge out of nutshells
Time after time
To see colors
Different in each light
(While light creates color,
It has none itself...)
And I think
that thoughts don't belong to me
And I am but a king
In a nutshell that is in a nutshell
On a nut-tree
In dark soil
Between earth and sky,
In infinities...
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Ani Boghossian was born in Echmiadzin back in cold, dark 1989. She
still lives in Echmiadzin, yet went to school in Yerevan ("Aghasi
Ayvazyan" Varjaran), She is now in her last year studying
International Relations at Yerevan State University. She has a blog in
Wordpress (nurpages.wordpress.com). She has also created a site for
her artist aunt (lusart.webs.com). She writes in English and in
Armenian and draws and paints as well.