A Poem I Dreamed

[Th****]

Today I found a strange and beautiful vase. It was made of a scintillating crystal, with a pearly shimmer. I coveted it. It shattered. Now there are meaningful little shards everywhere, and I don't know how to put them back together. But as I sift through them, I see a pattern. I didn't break the vase. It's been broken for a long, long time.

[Sa****]

Beautiful

[br****]

I don't think that poem is actually about a vase

[Th****]

This morning I found a strange and beautiful flower. It was a dark, rich purple, fading to white in the center. The petals were severe and jagged, but symmetrical. It had a savage beauty that I could not resist. When I plucked it, it sighed like a dying man.

[Th****]

Today, I found a strange and beautiful creature. It was clear and diaphenous, scintillating with a faint violet and white light. It floated by my mind. I reached for it, but was too slow, and it floated away. I was too slow, and it floated away. It floated away.

[ko****]

Sorry you lost your floaty