There was a container that held a crystal
In some vaguely similar fashion,
A crystal that held the light
Rests now but in the pallor of the same light
Two hours ante meridiem
And lidless, contemplates what was held
Striking, how these things that seem
To unconsciously seek reunion
Unwittingly embody representation
These relationships of time to space
And both, between
(Here and then, there and now)
Causal nonetheless in their natures
Are divided, multiplied
Into colors
Move then supposedly onward from this point
Outward in
Distinctive rays
Sometimes arcs
Though not really
Thus we go
In some vaguely similar fashion,
Contemplating what was held
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