Fault
When the
foundation broke...sank
– dim distant past
–
the fissured walls
stood full
of sharp splinters
in
their primary-rock despair,
knew no time, the
indefatigable soil-collector
had no idea that
the algae would weave deep-green,
the moss gush
forth its softness,
the grass travel
down with short tuft-steps,
knew nothing of
the first bird,
breeding
in the creeping
thicket of a cleft
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