Dust of Perfection

I stand by the shore of an aurora pool
Gazing at my everlasting reflection
Reaching the dimension of perfection

My demure mind explodes like a fool
in a million iridescent fragments
scattered in a field of liquid color

In a hall of mirrors I stare at remnants
of my soul torn like heroes of valor

Dust of my mind forms a cloud of stars
A glittering smudge that mars
the constellations with brilliance
And there I remain a beacon for billions


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