Continental Drift

Table grain
through wafer flake
whole, pock-marked and riddled
all paths wind
and double back
where molten bubble fields
find cool, coastline edges
finger tips sink
in sand, displace
separation
the impression of new weight
sound reaches out, rage
an atomic scraping
seismic wave ripple
and I’m aware
it’s you and I, again

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What did you envision?

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