The mentor said break,
Break first. Then we’ll think
About what to do
With all your fragments,
How to make something—
The morning wind slipped
Down through the canyons.
Somewhere someone fell,
Wading in a crick,
Picking up pieces,
While someone else searched
For that collection
Meaning the canyon
Would start talking soon.
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