Boulder upon boulder, earth upon earth
Vessel holding water despite its cracks
Life, life, filling voids, flailing to support
Even the black lines stretch toward the light blue
Tiny dark threads turned shades of ever green
And beneath it all a man lives and breathes
He exhales thru the stone, crying “Mother!”
Look, listen, nose hair like bearded stubble
He inhales, right before balance crumbles
—Howard Hain
The Victor's Place 
A new image of crack house – broken are we, yet beloved!
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