Our memories like glass absorb, reflect,
and quickly posses history
from its beginning to our end.
Mortals are blessed with
the decoding of the world
through color and art and words
which stain our minds and move our hearts.
Holding the world in her hand,
the poet shakes reality
and lets life fall on the page—
jumbled and ordered anew.
These crystal images refract
truth and shimmer in autumn
sunsets’ glow.
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