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Click hereI find you in metallic oil slick rainbows,
a prism fantastic dancing at the
edges of sunbeam
setting the world ablaze at
twenty two frames a second.
A single pebble spins the entire
microcosm into turmoil leaving only
an exhaust colored sunset
it tastes like exhaust, too, in the way
my teeth feel gritty just from breathing.
I found you here at an abandoned yard sale,
in a forgotten leather trunk
withering with age
just like me, just like my tired story
and sleepy disposition.
I found us as sentient clockworks,
broken down and flawlessly nonfunctioning
rusted and chipped
in need of calibration, restoration,
maybe therapy.
Mostly, I found in us
something beautiful behold and fragile
like oil slick color phantoms
ruined with a single pebble,
and only visible in the right light.
Simply a wonderful, intelligent poem!