Volcanic Ash and Lime Clasts

The unexpected
Is what makes texts strong
Enough to heal cracks

Caused by weathering
And changing climates.
Every word turns weird

Given enough years,
But it’s those first few
Centuries when text

Settles in context
That really matter—
How does one resist

Dissolving in storms,
Sun, frosts, and neglect,
Keep from going back

To rubble and mud?
Those strange inclusions
Aren’t imperfections.