Monday, September 20, 2010

The Gradual Disintegration of Disharmony

I fell apart,
empty pieces
scattered over the ground
No one--left
pick up.
abandoned.
perhaps they will crawl back to reality,
so wait. just waiting.
weighted down,
nothing moves:
at least
until
encouraging nudges
change the course,
like the earthy movement of a river
pushes gently
this microcosm of universe
back to:
Peace.

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