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Classicism beneath the glass
Like terracotta warriors unearthed from a grave,
the boisterously bountiful forms blossomed
from behind their translucent shields of perpetual gray
Disparate fragments flew from their frames
A memory or a moment lost,
was suddenly reeled back to the fringes of her gaze,
she lunged after them like she was eating rain
What was once ephemeral was now engrained
beneath a surface of weighted glass and a woman’s sense of being
That point of catharsis never stays the same.