
During creation art takes form
Nothingness acquires shape
Beauty emerges from ether
A glowing ball spins atop a steel rod
Expanding, elongating
The artist never knows what he's working on
As his first breath is welcomed into the mass he has pulled from the fire
Masterful potential in constant vulnerability
As a larva transforms, growing glorious wings
A dark glowing droplet blooms into lucent radiance
Before the treasure is complete, she falls
Instantly shattering on impact with the cold concrete
Royal shards are swept into a pan
The creator pauses to save a memory of this vision
Her unique shape maintained as he softens her imperfect edges
Somewhere, some day, somebody will appreciate her unique beauty
(c)LBA