Tectonic Place

Every man is an island.

Sun rays dance on the sands of silence

The glowing grace of the artful absence

of other souls and senseless madness

Until the light begins to fade

Broken bits that once fit all drift away

The illusion of peace at once decays

giving way to an untethered terrain

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