June 4, 2012
It started with a crack,
The depths ripping apart.
A fissure, a measure in my rocky hull,
Tearing through my steadfast soul
From pole to pole
To my outer shell,
Like a china plate
On terracotta tiles below
An implosion
Pierces my earthen armor,
Revealing searing essence
Of my existence.
Where life began,
Where it will end.
And so it will be

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