Some Disassembly Required

perhaps one wouldn’t
call it metamorphosis

the shift of sandstone
back into sand

prized free by frost
or fungal enzymes

grain by grain more gradual
than an hourglass

though so much
less reversible

but why only prize changes
made under pressure

it’s years of weather
that unfather us

daily hammer blows
that shape our addictions

and i have been baptised
in a saline solution

to every ambiguity
a labyrinthine root

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