Scratches and cracks on the surface
Refract the light pushing to get in.
Through the bends and breaks of the foundation,
Searching for center.
Fueling the core that keeps turning
Long after the will has escaped.
Sharp corners abound
But the structure does not break.
It struggles to lift and create
From the fragments that fall.
They are unshaped
Without scratches themselves,
Sheltered for a time,
From the crumbling giver of life.