Glass - a Clear Mystery
A symbol of vulnerability
with implausible durability;
master at misrepresentation,
a bolster of modernization.
Praised for its lucidity,
nowise for its amorphicity;
such is human disposition,
seldom beholding composition.
A motif of permanence,
marking time’s impermanence.
Encapsulating sand and time,
an hourglass, marking life’s chime.
Made to be admired,
Only to be called 'uninspired’.
Its perspicuity appreciated by the unaware;
coloured, its vibrance ready to ensnare.
Weened to be understood and known,
yet, only misunderstood and unknown;
for such is the mystery of glass,
unable to be deciphered in a single pass.
Shattered and broken oft,
only to be restored aloft,
never seeming to age;
such is beauty when taken from an age-old page.
Behind us, lay five millennia of innovation.
Ahead, shall lie an eternity of appreciation;
for it is important lessons that we learn,
when observing Nature and her glassy urn.
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