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Heads sewn on with golden threads
Whitest bodies
Marble clean
Sparkling instance
A word most often chosen
For the way the world is seen

Twinkle, clich but correct
Millions of dots
Pixels, molecules, atoms
Segments of space and time
Strewn about before my eyes
Thinking this is something recognizable
To human sight

Wrong Wrong Wrong
But nothing is right
Emerald eyes, and ruby lips
Onyx moments, and Bombay Sapphires
In poisoned glasses

Served in biblical rhyme

Reason is dying in a corner
Behind a charcoal veil
That hints of anise stars
And incense prayers