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A sacred mess

A sacred mess,

puddle of brilliance and wet dirt,

reflecting sun,

an inert invitation.

Created after rain,

it will dry up again as busy winds lick through.

Let it erode the rock beneath,

sinking deeper with each raging storm,

leaching out the acids and the bonds

until the rock is full of holes

to access the deep spring;

become an endless pond.

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