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Monday, January 11, 2021
ways humans break
But humans don't break into pieces like statues, do we? Sometimes I think that is for the best. Other times though, I think if we could, it would be honest and well-expressed.
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 dreams. We tense and wait for this next breath. And crack and fix, from now 'til death.
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We’re like crystal.
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
dreams. We tense and wait for
this next breath. And crack
and fix, from now 'til death.
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