short poem with an intense meaning.. intense emotions.. i loved it really.. u have perfectly done with the length of this poem. would have lost the concentration of the salt in this poem, if it were any longer .. great job!
what shape do you now take? How will we find you when the chisel has finished its work? Perhaps it is not a cruel instrument after all, perhaps it is sloughing off what is cracked and dead and no longer able to absorb all the beauty, all the wonder around it.