Clear cut, smooth to the touch
chiming sound as fingers caress,
discordant chords echoing
through the coldness of the empty air.
Curves, eccentric in their grace,
seductive in the creation of the
chaos that they form.

Crystal light, break up, split white
makes red,
orange
yellow
green
blue
indigo
violet.
Colours, colours reflected against the
suffocating walls of here.


But no matter the beauty of form
No moment of perfect light, nor
essence of crafted art.
In us all there is a power.
Forceful, compelling, an ugliness
that yearns for nothing except
utter chaos of light and
destruction of form.

Strive for balance,
hold on to your soul.
For no one knows when it shall fall.
Fatal movements.
Ending blow.

Shatter glass.