Each flitting fractal

Each flitting fractal of darkened gray
Almost but not quite black
Flashes in a hollowed brightness
At just the right angle

Blurry blotches of fatigued white
Sprout from a dotted canvas
Of everyday softened gray
Reach around patches of dark

Mind-boggling elements
Impossible to memorize still unite
In a little clump of metal and sand
And light and dark

If they didn't come together
There would be no stone at all
If they kept anything from each other
There would be no stone at all

Their unyielding trust is responsible
For the little clump of metal and sand
And light and dark
That whispers and glints and grins

Because each flitting fractal of metal and sand
And light and dark and unfiltered tears
Knows the difference between not lying
And telling the truth
 

elise.writer

VT

15 years old

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    i've seen it unfold. it started with a glance, became a smile,

    became a longing. when i realized it was my turn,

    i was too late. no one told me how hard it would be