You might think you know what you
Experience—as distinct
From the flotsam and jetsam,
The detritus on the waves
Continuously streaming
Around you, sirens. You might
Think you need to stick to what
Grounds you, your experience,
But your distinction between
Solid ground and passing waves,
Between first-hand certainties
And floating complexities
Mostly garbage anyway,
Won’t survive the next earthquake.
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