My love has this tendency
To be caught unexpectedly
As if it has a built-in fault line
For human made catastrophe
Akin those unwanted events
That causes a tectonic shift
In my beliefs and open heart
Riddled fractures then become
Cover of my whole landscape
Fraught with broken eggshells
Me- laying down bewildered
Quietly still, with eggs on my face
Some claim they’re foreseeable
Us blind would…argue otherwise
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