Humanity is a fragile china

Held together by sheer force of will.

Trace the cracks with melted gold

Paintbrush bristles sweep the surface of our mortality.

Stack the renovated pieces

Gold-laced teacups balancing gently,

Mortality crumbling but strong.

Our lives overflow again and again into other lifetimes

What do you mean you’re not immortal?

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