Downbeats of Defiance

Sometimes I shatter;

break into pieces and scatter

across the floor.

 

My tiny shards reflect light

in odd patterns on the wall

and once again I am something shiny.

 

I remember a spark,

I remember a brilliance,

I point with awe.

 

We do this dance of bright things

to dung hills and back again;

excitement and despair.

 

The mysteries, the mundane,

the swirling galaxies along with

downbeats of defiance.

 

 

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