We break clean in cloven planes
and shatter out to starred remains.
Then next intake of breath, we cleave
back in and unto each, and grieve.
The shards cohere. The cracks melt
clean. The meaning in between us
gleams. We tense and wait for
this next breath - and crack.
And fix. From now 'til death.
1 comment:
Beautiful and sparkling.
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