Broken. Brittle shards of light assault
my shattered sight, brush through coruscant dust
of dropped-vase drastic day, and vast
fractured worlds fill to brim and burst
excruciatingly, and scatter trite
exhausted thoughts. Crushed crumbs of craving-crust
careen and shift in new tectonic faults,
erupt lush ruined rays that lacerate
the air, explode in embers, and ignite
these clashing colors of a splintered plate,
the broken beauty of potential art.
World, this wreck is how you’ve reached my heart.