to mend like saltwater

(in-progress)

I imagine it as a knot: coarse strings, different lengths and weights, coiled haphazardly into a dense mass. If you were to bisect it with a very sharp knife, you'd see layers, building upon each other in unknown patterns. You’d be able to follow the entanglements until they disappear into hidden places, the origins unreachable. You’d be holding two separated halves.