You took the threads of earth and sky
and tore asunder,
Seperating the ocean of plant from sea of breath
and all in between
Was a longing for contact and touch, something in which
we could believe.
The inertia blinded my eyes but
not my heart,
It ached in loss as it faced the greatest truth
amidst utter chaos
My faith had been shackled to these threads which you
now snipped away.
What new worlds might you spin with the
threads of the old?
What old scars will you stitch away only to
cut me again?
Life will come sprawling out once more, though,
this I know.
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