Distinction

Illustration for the poem "Distinction" by Robert Lutz

I graduated with distinction
From the school of forms

My presence marks the absence
Of morning and another dawn

Look me in the eye and
Tell me what you see

I am bare
I am empty
I am texture
I am rigidity

My somber mood runs deep
My growth happens at
The level of roots

My crown is the sky
Birds rest on my skin

I am exposed
I am different
I am other

Do not mistake thick and black
For stuck and opaque

Do not confuse fickle and white
With agile and pure

I stand out
I don’t stand down

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