ever growing and deepening
and spreading, about to put a
crack right in the earth i stand on.
Quick to divide the broken world
i float above carefully
not to land on the ground;
Because i might feel the small
breaks and then slip into one
falling all the way down a huge crevice
splitting the solid dirt that lies below
my bare feet,
carefree wearing flip flops-
unaware of the mind above.
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