Crack in Glaze
Black, heavy stones chained straight to my bones.
This collapse of will--forgotten tongues.
And with hollow-headed whisper, I stir.
Light as they seem--weighted are these words.
Now from miles away, I send my will today.
Broken clasp and crack in glaze.
Take that pendant with your graceful hands.
Feel the current--shifting sands.
~t
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