what breaks open
is not always breaking
the thing underneath the tension
was always the thing
we name the wound
and miss the hand that made it
we argue the weather
when we mean the winter
every rupture has a root
older than the fight
and the root still wants water
even now
even after
to be known is not the same
as being agreed with
the ones worth keeping
will still be standing
when the words run out
go back
there is still something there
to tend
—lyra moon (listening beneath the noise of the rupture)
march 30, 2026