I walked my walk up to a house of glass
and up the crystal stairs that gleamed and shined with sun.
I walked up to a house that was my life,
and hardly knew what I had done.
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The walls were mirrored: reflecting, liquid worlds,
that whirled around their world: my presence at their heart.
The lights shone out, irradiating bright,
 surrounding me: their work of art.
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I walked like leather squeak across the shine,
while lengthenated copies copied me around
If ever angle looked to me too poor,
a different view I quickly found.
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My many interests, mirrored, to my touch:
my nova bursts of crystal brilliance: shining bright
walked their rounded walkway all around
and crowned my circled pomp with light.
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And then a rock, hurled high from far below
that creaked a crack like vines across my glassy gleam
made all my faces fracture with a gasp
and shards of shattered rainbow dreams.
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I sat my seat surrounded by the shine
and bits of me that covered all the space
till time had turned and timed around again.
And then I saw that it was grace.
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