bright and broken

and sent into the light

Where the waterfall means

nothing to a lost breast who

has no working nerves and

where a wet rock to sit on is as

Comfy anyplace else and

the grain under your toes is

gritty like sugar between your teeth

and a broken ring

falling to us to the

top floor of the emotional

skyscraper to another

and the broken stone

inside is just from the

top of the ocean to a

another ship sinking

to the bottom of your mind

and the ridge of the part

of the ocean