its plastic now
that glitters
in springwinters low struggling sun
it uglys up my short walks
~
was booze glass before
sharp dream shards
its UV cracks now
split unbeautiful
sharp dream shards
in warm forest greens & amber browns
would see it on my home treks
catching dawn like heavens peaks
~
its UV cracks now
split unbeautiful
in the dry littered runnels
of factory lava
worrying up
my conscience flicker
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