Inside a grasp
there are pocket places
beckoning us to gather
Like a foam lather
pride puffs up a heart
to rule and reign
Falling like diamonds
of light through cathedral
window stealing glazes
The best and the bruised
tortured and tried
look for shelter
Gemstones never know
what to expect while
in another's care
Trodden into cracks
of a wood board
hardly owning a sliver
of air
We realize our curse
is from having a mass
that to others
seems like a tease
A mass of grace
and an ounce of liberty
invasive enough to breath
You danced in the places
where we walked
You sang in the quiet hour
You smiled in the corners
of our surface
You guilded the clock tower
That age made a mockery of
and gravity betrayed
To us who were
a step behind
We only saw you play
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