Matter

Another era’s end
You’re edgy
Time will temper,
Smooth, and color you
In canyon red

Massage your surface,
Press a cradle into
Your hardened bed
To hold a hoping heart

Time will tend,
Healing crevices
Where wind and water sliced
Your callous skin

Soft as sand again (deceitful sleep)
You’re cornered by design
Time renews,
And soothing layers soon erode

You hold yourself unsteady,
Rubbing the red from your eyes
To wake with another face

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