I Walk Unadorned

I walk unadorned, naked
unfettered .  .  .
dropping my clothes as I pass.
Each day my jewels fall
to the ground .  .  .
beneath my feet, bared
to the stones beneath them.

Honesty  .  .  . is it so rare?
Truth, did it ever exist, like this?
But the stones are kind
as stones may be.
The stones are more than
and less than, I see.

I walk unadorned, freed.

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