I held it up towards the sun,
a sacrifice.
Saw it split the beams,
the light refracting into a spectrum,
Minute worlds,
Hemispheres
Flickering fires
Distributing rainbows,
Glinting, shimmering,
Transfixed
I forgot what it was,
I forgot who I was,
I just stood there,
Watching it fall.
Slowly,
the world around it
was the world inside it,
Falling
Falling
Falling
No more,
just mirrors of a former self,
Shadows of a previous life,
It lay there.
Dust.
My dust.
My heart.
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