you know only a heap of broken images

“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only a heap of broken images, where the sun beats, and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, and the dry stone no sound of water” – TS Eliot

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