watch the
slow
mute
tumble
of a world exploding
hear the smash
silence
susurration
of myriad shards
shattered in your eyes
glistening down the mountainside
In the mist
fist your mistake
and grind it down
to dust, to dirt
to dew
it seeps back
through the cracks
take a step
and stumble
off a path that wanders
off, every day
tumbling up
again and again.
so quick bright things
flit and froth
away
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