broken, laid bare,
exposed on the bleak headland
high above the earth...
as the strom rages, above, below,
life pouring down, pouring out,
real, raw, broken...
...and our senses fill with horror,
and we avert our eyes,
lest we see ourselves in the mirror of you,
and know we're broken open...
broken, laid bare, this is unsafe ground, we
stand on unsafe ground, in
the shifting sands of our minds...
searching for safety
we prepare a silver framed resting place,
surrounding it with lace,
and we carefully carry your brokenness in our
newly washed hands,
tidying the rawness, rendering the
smoothing the edges
washing away the sharp
stinging salt of the storms rage
we are enclosed,
safe now, strangely unbroken
in false beauty,