Behold the broken
Hearts, backs and parts
Of nature
Evolved to follow
A finite path.
Behold the gray rain
In a house of mirrors.
Oak leaves shining
On glass, two kisses
In one spot exactly.
Behold the scabs and cuts
Of city streets.
Crusts, stones, smoke.
As many people
As nails from a factory.
Behold the space
Between each star
Or a child under nine
Laying her hand
On another’s face.
Behold the foundation
And the secret of it.
Close your eyes
And breathe.
When seized, don’t speak.
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