Broadsheet or tabloid
we pick the paper
that tells the story we want to hear
and wrap our fragile vessels,
Feigning protection
by obscurity.
Here no-one sees the cracks
until the container shatters.
They tell me pottery
mended with gold
is more beautiful.
But as I watch
the unconstrained pieces fall,
I wonder
if the potter's plan
was always to make a mosaic.
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