Continental Drift
Connection in a brittle world
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
What did you envision?
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This Post has made a journey from Substack (where it was originally published) to Ghost!
It was originally published with an AI-generated image from Canva, but I have since removed it.
It was originally published with an AI-generated image from Canva, but I have since removed it.