join hands
grip tight
while the ground splits
–
the rift expands
splintering tectonic weight
rumbling in low register roar
–
rolling ‘neath uncertain feet
piling
a coil of rough hewn ribbon
erecting new
rock faced monuments
against the pressure
–
perhaps
if we can hold on long enough
we can weather the
changes
before us
the worst is
behind
Well written!
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Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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