another early poem to give an idea of how the old mind works

brittle porcelain features,
shatter on the fallen
fragments form
grotesque patterns,
as kneeling you touch
and weep,
each piece gathered
in your apron,
poured into the trash
clattering as aberrations
of your heart.

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