The Diagnosis

Masons we stood
and watched aghast
as the stones that were laid
crumbled,
the hewn edges
cleaved and cut
blurred,
and we scattered like hunted beasts
to find that all was given
with cracks
and always was.
So we howled for our gods
to stop the floods
and rejoiced
perhaps missing
that we were free,
or just trapped
between
blurred edges
and cracked stones
crumbling
and living
and loving
and breathing through clouds
of dust.

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