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Is it broken?
Do the waves wash its edges clean?
Can it hold the enormity
And insignificance,
Within its fractures,
On its waters,
Below its sky,
Among the sand and rocks,
Of our hopes and dreams?
But is it broken?
We see the faults,
Sometimes the lines.
And the enfolding of waves
And plates.
We guess at the weight
Of its cares.
The rolling forward of time
And tide,
Our hearts captured
And carried along
For the ride.
These places hold us.
And we can no more be free
Than the rocks can bleed.
Favorite track: Faults.