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Quicksand
Veronica Zora Kirin


The beauty of quicksand is 
nothing rigid stands upon it
 
Institutions and bloated buildings
sink quickly in its depths
 
It moves what is cracked and broken
reducing what no longer works
 
 
 
The beauty of quicksand is 
anything is possible where the ground moves
 
What no longer serves, sinks
old ways forced to evolve or drown
 
Voices once suppressed are heard
for a suppression machine never floats
 
 
 
The beauty of quicksand is 
it doesn’t matter where it starts
 
or how. Once begun it spreads 
to all corners like quicksilver 
 
unstoppable. Denial doesn’t stop it. 
A blind eye doesn’t stop it. 
 
Each has a choice 
to sink or swim, to float or flee 
 
to ride the tide of change 
or be lost beneath its depths
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