much more trouble
than tussled hair
or the dust void
on the floor
from what’s missing there
an uprooted mudline
is this purgatory’s border
a ruined life’s chaos
keeps its own
kind of order
there’s no engineer
to blame,
no liable claim
moneyed salvation
is the flip side of nature,
and a zero-sum game
those forces that
greened the grass
and churned the sea
gladly unglued it all
for you and me
we’ll watch it
powerlessly
and let it be
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