The crystal ball fell down
broke into a million pieces
the precious ointment of spikenard
was spilled - only one crystal shard
of my Gestalt remained behind
to live my life
a prism reflection of this world
Some of my fragments
are still trapped in stories
of the long ago where
alternative realities still go
on in an ever-present moment
the crystal shard that is me today
has no silver cord binding it to this reality
Free-floating and alone
the shard is left without anchor
in a sea of meaningless events...
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