Chalice.
A flaw in perfection. The unmoving.
A gap, spilling beams of bright burning
Light rays from this cracked chalice
Never overflowing, never empty.
Hands stretched outwards
Like old leather, chapped.
Grasping at motes of
Dust. Grasping
For
Any
Ray
Of
Finality.
A sharp. A shard. A facet to wield.








