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Amber Pots & Vases
A vase in decay
caught by eternal
loop and forced to break
endlessly until
time is made inert.
Sparse sounds of shatter
find worthy chamber
but no ears to grasp
on their proud return
from their ground zero.
When notice is made
and rapture is felt,
there is abrupt hurt
at very sight
of your pieces, shone;
glinting off the brink
at the very end
of ends. You approach
and settle at odds
with your reflection.
