The Fault Line
What comes to mind
When you think of the fault line?
Would it be numbers and science,
Or perhaps the heart torn in violence?
Both could be right,
But which would be your first sight?
Is it the mighty platonic plates
Or is it the melody your heart makes?
The earth is a beautiful place
Suspended in endless space.
But pressure cracks have started to show
And yet the earth will continue to grow.
The human heart cannot be mapped
Even though it is in a body trapped.
The crinkles and cracks that begin to appear
Are mostly where hope and joy disappear.
Looking at it from another view
What is the most important to you?
Is it the hard physical facts,
Or the softer emotional acts?
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