Day 448: Glass Work

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∴

 

is the heart like a glass
that once broke,
could not be mended?

 

what an unjust maker
would construct us thus.

 

the world would then be treacherous
for the fragile
inevitability
of all of us.

 

do not say,
i pray,
that my heart is so amorphous,

and though solid,
never sets,

 

let it be a fleshy thing
that bleeds,
and sings,
and heals regrets.

 

let it, please,
get stronger
as a muscle in the gym

when used,
and pushed,
and slightly torn,

a mightier,
meatier,
mettle
is born.

∴

 

 

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