Without prominence,
without promise
without tents of war,
muse on the rent
of the world in your fist!
Test its rigor
Know its length
Peril on it's pearly wake!
Make a shape
with water in your hand,
and weep to know
the day will last!
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Interesting write. Made this reader stop to think deeply upon it's message. Well done!