and so it takes to the air
an orb of radiance
her glowing thought
manifested
so perfect brilliant unscathed
flaming the color of her copperblonde hair
her idea.
it shimmers around the edges
hanging there
a mirror she offers
gleaming talisman,
the answer you didn't know you
were looking for in the
reflection flashing silver.
I wish I could do that.
but alas
the beauty of silence is broken
shattering her image
as I watch glory fade
collapsing from sheer weight of
those prying words,
brilliant silvers and bronzes dulling
to a charred black.
its misshapen form crumbles
sagging to a pile of ashes
she gathers the withered remains
at her feet
for apparently we must not
stray to abstract lands
while we are here.
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