The broken basket
used to contain the world.
Now spilling over,
seeping through the cracks,
the smallest leak
was just enough
to deplete the whole bunch.
Before it can be stopped
the crack has grown,
splintering into a million little veins
before crumbling apart,
a gushing river has emerged
swifter than any man can stop.
I stand helpless,
Forlorn,
yet unshaken,
as the world drains away through the cracks,
through my fingertips,
through the streets,
into the gutters
to be washed away to another land.
Foreign, undiscovered, unborn.
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