Wrecks
In the dew-drop abyss near
Wrecks of molecules appear;
In the far abyss of the sky
Wrecks of outworn worlds drift by…
But in the protean abyss of the soul
Wrecks of motes and universes roll.
Theodore Stephanides
The Cheesesellers Wife
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