There are fractures
on the surface, or course,
but also inside
right down to the very
core. A house of cards
fabricated from the
most fragile glass, ready to
topple down at the
merest hint of a
breeze. Fragility
and imperfections
that have become such
second nature, glue
always on hand
to reconstruct the
frail foundation of our
existence. A leaning
tower of imprecise
oddities, jammed together,
hoping, someday, to
get it right.
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