This one built on a bed of stones
deep dug into the earth, cemented
with water fast squeezed from their skin.
This one read the stones in order
their wisdom essence to extract,
found a potion recommended
highly called Love to bind, designed
accordingly his house. This one
saw the ground upturning just
before the rain exploded upwards,
pulverising his foundations,
returning his thought to chaos
but deciding him one thing: if this
be love I want no part of it.

 

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