the world
spills onto itself.
cracks
and takes under what's
in its path.
the skies move,
winds
swirl and sweep
the corks
of ships away.
tumble
what's made into
rubble.
it's a large hand,
a strange thing,
how we trust and fear
what we
and pray to
and don't understand.
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