The attrition of memories
Crystalized time
Becoming glass dust
We desperately breathe in
Though it cuts us inside
Our essence so vast
Yet now fading

Its faceted edges are clipped
Pruned like a flower
Or a sculpture of ice
Showing the beauty
While lacking the volume

Life is greedy
Melting down our heirlooms
The wedding rings and false teeth
Into a golden pond
Each basic drop a fraction of the beauty
Though equal in value

Is it better to coat oneself
In the searing spring
Or to wrinkle and die in the sun
Grasping our diamond petals
As the rest turns to dust

~Galwyn

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