Shards of the Good Life

When the world is broken up

And rejects your hungry gaze,

What remains are but shards of the good life.

To pull at them; to draw them out–

Just breathe through them.

Let this become the heart of your reasons,

Suspended halfway between order and chaos,

Equally threatened and nourished by each.

glass-shards

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