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Blurred Focus

 
A blurred focus, through fractured
lens, is more than enough.
We still polish the glaze
lovingly.

A rising from the dust and
glass ashes is no miracle,
naught but a rebirth awaited
expectantly.

We gather the least favored
and stones grind their bones.
Molten truths harden
inevitably.

Nothing much remains
besides the stained votive
tokens, cracks abound
transparently.
Written by Atakti
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