Life is the lover that breaks
All our hearts alike.
To be whole it is enough
To exist. To be broken
It's enough to live.
A little mist emerges
Near a cutbank of the creek,
Again and again.
Similar circumstances
Trick the brain each time's the same.
The mist exists and is whole
And then disperses.
The hidden observer lives
Crushed by that trick's persistence.
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