Divided We Fall Together

I dropped it.

Clear glass in water on the floor-


pieces in the puddle

Broken sharp edges

Of relationships

That crashed into each other


In a time that is cracking,


Full hearts spilling


With nothing to contain them

Sloshing into each other

From between the shards

Of what once held them.

Safe now that nothing is safe.

To be streams headed down the same hill

Finding a way

While being lost.

In new formlessness




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N. Bateson 2020

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Filmmaker, writer, educator, lecturer, President of the International Bateson Institute. Books: Small Arcs of Larger Circles 2016, Warm Data *upcoming 2019

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