The solid ground is fragile
The void
Of sky and space is eternal
Nothingness is permanent
Anything
Solid can be broken apart
The ancient trees drew their gnarled roots
Out from the earth
And followed him
Stepped on a diamond lattice
Of clay
And rotten leaves
Broken open he
Disappeared beneath
The forest
The moon above whispered
All that is great
Is built upon pyramids of sorrow
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