On Shaky Ground
We used to have the sturdiest of houses,
standing alone atop the tallest mountain.
There were always earthquakes,
But they did not affect us so high up.
But slowly, the earthquakes started to shrink the mountain,
growing lower and lower to the earth.
The mountain once so tall was no more,
And our house now sat on shaky ground.
Without the mountain to protect us,
The earthquakes shook the house,
And eventually, it was torn in half.
The earthquakes split us as they did our house,
And we left the house,
Each going our separate way,
leaving it a token of what will be no more.
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