Gravel

There were once great rocks in the world, large and
undocumented, allegedly, though
I don’t have much evidence that it was
ever any different from today.
There are impressions, massive cracks and chasms,
fissures in the world suggesting tumult
and upheaval, and I assumed that there
couldn’t be chaos without first order,
but maybe we’re moving towards the greatness,
the opposite of entropy, and there
were never good old days, never bigger
rocks yet to break themselves against the wall
of time, that massive steel factory, that
pump of iron and solidarity.

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