Out of the Museum

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You realized your pain isn’t the only pain
worth knowing

after a slick rock flipped

one hundred times in your pocket
and landed on heads.

How far did you travel

to meet that medium:
your hands in the clay of your making?

Compressed so hot,
change was the only thing you could see, fiery planet
born into a language turned by a thousand
pairs of patient hands.

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