Clear, pristine, sharp yet unfocused,
a myriad of colours dance on jagged edges of polished imperfection.
Yielding to the light, reflecting the shadows,
it sings with lyrics that everyone knows
while fleeting thoughts war with half-veiled emotion,
and sovereign perspective reconciles with perpetual indecision.
Spontaneous narrative frozen in constructed plurality
inspire dreams of a contradicting reality;
The process of innovation will begin once more –
such is the irony of a crystal metaphor.