Today somehow I am breaking things
the old ways circling back around
Tossed clipboard, wooden spoon ,glass jar
Shards lingering, then cleaned up once again
the old ways circling back around
Tossed clipboard, wooden spoon ,glass jar
Shards lingering, then cleaned up once again
Surprised, I sink into the cold November
day
as it sweeps us along an indented dirt road
With its stark comforting isolation, and its
insistent buffeting winds
With its stark comforting isolation, and its
insistent buffeting winds
All of us bear the mark of our passage
That which is intolerable is sometimes instead
inconceivably broken into innumerable
impossibly small angry pieces
That which is intolerable is sometimes instead
inconceivably broken into innumerable
impossibly small angry pieces
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