Things that are broken, staying
broken.
Things that are fixed, waiting
to break again.
Time always trying to stay
but going
always trying to rewrite
itself, someone, anything but
it just keeps happening.
Things that are lost, finding
the terrible truth.
Things that are winged, flailing
on this salted earth.
Eternity, wounded
mortally coiled
within a universe of
beautiful shards.
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