Taken apart
In such small pieces
This shallow earth
Is dust on the surface of a lens
It's pragmatic
In such small pieces
This shallow earth
Is dust on the surface of a lens
It's pragmatic
Shoved together
It's dynamic
And gigantic
All the roads kicked up at once
By the hooves of great beasts
And never slowing
But stopping all at once
To smell the last flower
Before rusting shut
The hinges of a great door
Without purpose
Devoid of meaning
A sorry state
If put back together
--
1.6.12
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