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ebb & flow

7/12/2018

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I am aligned with imperfection
Because I am also imperfect
Not halves of a whole
Broken and separated by time
But pieces
One ceramic
One glass
With sharp jagged edges
Which uncannily fit together
When placed one alongside the other


The meeting an accident
Of years of tides
You beginning on one coast
And I on the other
Pushed eventually
To the middle
And showing the wear
The salt sea etched
But oh, your lines are lovely
Beauty blushing beneath the bruises
The scars
A cuneiform spelling love


And what we had before
The lies we told
To ourselves
To others
To convince them all
That commitment
Would make it better
When it only got worse
When we landed on rocks
Harder than ourselves
Fractured
And sank
To the forgotten bottom


But wind
And the moon
Moved waves
Moved us
To the place
Where we could see
That when the swirling sand cleared
It was you
And it was me
And we fit
Because of the edges
Not in spite of them
And oh, our lines
Our lives
Are lovely








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