Hill ripped inside out.
Hard heart broken to a million, trillion pieces Spewed out into the sun for lichen to climb. An impossible jig-saw tipped onto golden slopes to refract the high light; A puzzle, pieces missing- shipped on seas, Mismatched on rooves, in walls, on floors. This one next to this... Each missing piece a decision carefully eyed, Carefully placed. Each conscript knows a palimpsest of a discarded shape, A brother tossed aside, one particle in a heaving mound. Metamorphic, Just another transformation in an atomic life.
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Lisa
9/3/2017 08:04:23 pm
Positively beautiful! !
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Petra
10/3/2017 09:45:48 am
Thank you, Lisa! :o)
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