another speck of stone washed away
by the waves, another knot loosened
imperceptibly, another chain rusted
by the rain, another key falling from
the ring, another of the men who
built these iron bars laid to waste
by time, another sunrise, another blade
of grass rustled by the breeze, another
bird singing in a branch, another dewdrop
turning to vapor, another hope to one day
wake up in a house we can understand —
— always another day,
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