A cracked pot lets the light out,
dazzling those looking
for the reassurance of conformity.
Cracks are infinite possibilities,
and whilst the pot was always one,
shattering allows for endless remakes,
the Kintsugi of creative restoration.
Adding in the golden lines of new bonds,
the glue of reconnection,
the few of resurrection,
so the pot becomes a higher version,
of its former wholeness.
Shamanically torn apart,
like the body of Isis,
or the shroud of Jesus,
flung in all directions,
then brought together
with added sharpness, roughness,
new lines of chaotic incision,
jigsaw pieces of uniqueness.
Nature creates, the artist moulds,
and the restorer performs a golden repair.
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