Broken. Smashed. Shattered.
Pieces scattered. The whole lost.
Reduced to fragments.
But the magic world
is a holographic world.
Each piece is the whole,
always entangled,
entire, always connected,
coherent, inspired.
Just coruscating . . .
The appearance of glitter.
Just coruscation.
Magic is physics
that’s not in the textbooks yet.
Everywhere we look
we see the glitter
of a holographic world.
All the king’s horses
and all the king’s men
can’t put us back together.
Because we can’t break.
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I wrote this after reading
two posts on Angie’s blog,
“Sophie at Christmas Time”
and “China”
1 comment:
I'm on a computer at school, waiting for class. I came in here just to read your blog. This made me teary. <3 It's beautiful.
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