A hole is never empty
Something always fills it
Air
or water
or sand
Bark
Or bugs
Leaves
Minerals
Blood
scar
puss
Pain
or time
or love
A hole is never empty
Something always fills it
Silence as big as a mountain
Or a baby’s cry
Like children at the beach
We learn
The edges collapse
And the water rushes in
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