Obscure Gems
Twilight whispering his memories makes
Far more eloquent a teacher
Than minds subservient to sun, moon,
Or stars dancing for universal glory.
In this ethereal kingdom the
Absence of time and space do
Not impede upon the existence
Of music, scent, caress—
But rather endow everlasting
Thrones with power over raging
Seas of molten emerald and
Clouds, soft and real, beneath naked toes.
Fairies, delicate lavender-scented harlots,
Fall up into the heavens to paint a
History of the stars and indulge upon
The vain wishes of mortals.
There is no act more brilliant than to spend a
Lifetime cutting facets into these obscure gems—
Chipping away until their luster
Shrouds every original flaw.
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