Beauty Broken Whole
These mountains you love so much?
Disruptions, ruptures. Once they lay
quiet beneath an inland sea, placid
and flat, soft, smooth sand.
Then the earth heated and shook,
tore at its breast like hands
that broke open fissured ribs
until its molten core poured out.
All a shifting and grinding, thrusting
like trust or truth, like what is buried in
you, dear heart.
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