Rough Shaping
O rough-hewn diamond Grinding and shaping this fragile glass-thing to point of shatter Hacking: Gouging: patterns of disparate kind....... Ugly pain, shearing:- Exquisite, overwhelming Rising through my body A tidal wave, obliterating sense. Exploding glass fragments Abused I lie.............. I harvest the courageously still shining crystals:- Add fire Decompressed liquid colours Now run wild, clear Beauty in re-formed droplets Solidifying Whole Resurrected
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