The single pane smashes, yet I can still peer through.
It's purpose of clarity remains.
My heart shatters, it knows true pain.
It's ache is pounding, each beat as well grounded as the next.
No conclusion to its purpose, it fights another day.
How can we know for sure whether the ground is breaking or it is groundbreaking.
We go on, no love lost?
A continent set for exploration, a weak old man fit for expiration.
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