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the crystal

by Margaret L. Hall
sitting upon
ego's throne,
I count gems,
one by one...
smoothing
fingertips
across
pointed crystal,
feeling its
soleful moan
as it was
torn from the
womb of the
earth...
planted long
ago during
creation's
turmoil...
growing thru
ancient times,
only to be
harvested by
an ethereal
daughter of
the moon...
polishing
it's gleaming
shaft,
placing it
carefully into
my treasure
chest...


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