Laughter has become small and brittle
like tiny, shiny pebbles
escaped from courser gravel
through a sieve
stranding larger particles behind.
Not adhering to each other
or to anything
but some idea of stone,
in their mockery of purpose,
looking only pretty.
You cannot build a wall of them,
nor a solid path or patio.
They are good only for decoration
and there are simply too many of them
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