Pieces

The mirror crack'd
From side to side -
Shattered crystals
Of the mind refracted,
Scattered beyond
All hope of glue
And reformation.

Another location.
Another affair.
No hope of reparation,
Of staring through
Blank spaces where
The glass used to be
Whole and fine.

All those pieces glittering:
Tiny shards of love
Sharp and
Above my capability
Of gathering without
Slicing the palms, fluxing
Blood beyond any

Willingness of mind to gaze 
On brokenness - to risk
What you ask.

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