seaglass

crystal clear.
flawless unto infinity
but meaningless nonetheless
the feel of smooth seaglass
between my calloused fingers
reminds me of my permeable skin
of the way that time envelops me
and seeps into my body, unrefined
sanding off my edges and, ultimately
leaving me with brittle, hollow bones
I’ve become the seaglass- flawless, pointless
crystal clear.

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