Ten years
like the crack of a whip
The hands of time harassing fate
keeping an eye on the prism
There it was, went,
dispersed, dissolved, a haze of smoke
What would have been
if dad had not died
is beyond fathomable
Hard facts
like warped teeth
hunt for a safe space
to lay siege in the name of peace
Knead at the warm plasma
and shape into honed fire
New moon elementals gather
green moss on wet stone
A slice of humble pie
served with the grace of forgiveness
Every ounce of cosmic sorrow
stored with a blanket of mass cocoon
Wept enough to sate the beast
Nutrients relax against the tide
let the waves surge the system
