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Invert
the cracked ice.
Invert the sidewalk.
Take out the thin tracery of cracks,
thin web of empty space.
Cast it in steel.
Call it your ground.
Ground
to support you.
Ground
to conduct energy,
draining off all that you can't stand,
all that you can't hold
in your merely-human capacitance.
This thin earth is ethereal,
fragile in its beauty,
so we enlightened ones,
untrusting,
must weave our own ground.