Stain

Days and nights
are layers in us,
dull till we’re
thrust up by time,
tipped over.

Then come colors,
red and yellow iron salts,
mice green
and purple manganese.
A beauty, history,
spilled out.
A cut across the heart.
Salt poured like
crystalled tears.
Time torn for good now,
lava stain, black blood
and fallen shale.
Along the fault is truth
and trust cracked open too.

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