Cracked plaster is compelling
It is the locus of all wisdom
It is the dwelling of the infinite
This is the focus point that I am drawn to
When the mind
Caught in re-boot
Needs to start again
Re-Set
This is a crack in a wall
It is shallow by human standards
Deep as a canyon if one were very
Small
A dry gulch connected to others
Sisters and brothers
Who have shifted great tectonic plates
That are smaller than my hand
Blink
Trying to re-think
To find
A Mind mulched
By Real
This isn’t real
This is one of those things
You read about or see
And marvel at how nobly
They cope with their adversity
And find their faith
Crack
What lives inside the cracks
Behind the plates
Sandwiched in the warmth and dark
Between the wall and paint
The mortar
Mort d’art
More Dar
Now
Please let there be now
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