Crushed granite
Fine
Fine
Sand, sparkling
In sunlight
Hard to imagine
Something so fine
Was once
So granite
So not sand
The sparkles
Remind
Its past
Adorn
The present
Accentuate
Eternity
The doctor
Reported
My heart had sparkles
They now feed the “beyond” hungry, where hunger disappears, and death pants like rabid, bloated dogs with frothy hot slobbering breath
Hard to imagine
Something
So sparkly sate
Was once
So smelling like death and buzzing flies hungry
So not fed
Heart sparkles
Selah
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