To be relentlessly strong and kind
Like melted glass flashed into stone,
An ancient alchemy, when
Breaks the cold water all over it.

How could my back be stacked
On the same grime the same grime
Would my ears be above water
When multitudinous, dread
spreads like coral beneath my feet.

I can erode.
I am unfortunately a sculptor.
I slipped and cut my own hand with
My own tool, and glanced over my shoulder
Just in time to see you chipped
And my world’s sky grew deep-sea nebulae.

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