Glass lying there on the table
Globe of miniature size,
Galaxies missing around it,
Gone, this world lies alone.
Landscapes luminated by
Light hitting the right angles,
Labyrinths unfolding in the
Layered prisms of the world.
Observing the minute details
Overlooked features come forth,
Oceans not there before,
Oases in large bloom.
Breathtaking views set scene for
Battlegrounds of wars unseen,
Beaches and skies, neither are fought,
Barriers are broken by the turmoil.
Existence is broken in the struggle,
Entity that this is, it is shattered.
Exposure to the light has burned
Every surface around this glass globe.
--Andy McRae-- --5/7/20--
RadioactivePoetry 