it took a life
but i learned beauty is a bone
china cup broken, phrenology
of the faults when fresh speak
the language of liquids, lunar
mountains span a braille crescent
to edge the depth of design
where it splits, the sudden
semi-colon of a splintered handle
weeps the grace and sadness
of never being whole again.
coffee pooled in the crater
slides and dances balanced
on a point, the pirouette
a porcelain curve defines
when twisted and looped
a moebius strip of motion;
all other shards now at home
in a vacuum, in silence
once the music of accident
drops off, falls and breaks.
spinkle 2004
but i learned beauty is a bone
china cup broken, phrenology
of the faults when fresh speak
the language of liquids, lunar
mountains span a braille crescent
to edge the depth of design
where it splits, the sudden
semi-colon of a splintered handle
weeps the grace and sadness
of never being whole again.
coffee pooled in the crater
slides and dances balanced
on a point, the pirouette
a porcelain curve defines
when twisted and looped
a moebius strip of motion;
all other shards now at home
in a vacuum, in silence
once the music of accident
drops off, falls and breaks.
spinkle 2004
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