Cairn
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One or two stones
Lying there among the rest
Have that certain shape
That specific quality of stacks
They balance
Three more on top of the one or two
No cement, no glue
Only gravity to get things done
And finally
A rough and tiny pebble sits sixth atop this pile
This precarious house of cards.
An autumn breeze
Tumbling down the hills and through the valleys
Is enough to ruin equilibrium
And topple the rocks
Meteors plummeting back again to earth
To be ground to grains of sand
By time and water
Those principalities and powers to whom all debts must be paid.
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