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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... -- 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.