EpiphanyAn eternal soul comprised entirely of crystal,Suspended, the ever living flesh and bone,Entwined with shards of icicles which encasedThe hollowed residues of a unwilling scapegoat.Shattered effigies which persistently reformedWithin the living construct, which is kept ignorant.Tears of sorrow, which could not be of contempt.Tears of the fleeing years which swiftly pass by,Tears... of regret? One cannot know for sure.Heart of stone, heart of unfeeling bitterness,Bound together through one formation, one paradox.And yet they coexist together though untouched.Mortal misgivings give way to eternal crystal.
Down to Bare FactsDown to the bare factsRenaldo was excited, really excited and more so than usual. The fifteen year old boy was so overjoyed that he held his breath in anticipation. He counted the seconds until the moment, slowly and anxiously staring at the clock in uttermost frustration. Suddenly, he heard the sharp, loud click of the door as the bronze letter-flap opened. A brown-paper package fell through the slot as Renaldo grabbed it with enthusiasm. At once he began tearing through the confetti and Styrofoam package-ware until he reached the end of the parcel. Sighing with delight, he peered into the darkness and tilted the box and at once something slid out easily with a loud audible clunk. "Alright! My first mail order," he yelled as a red pamphlet also fell out. The young boy stared at the metallic light object with happiness, "X-Ray goggles: 100% certified and 5% discount. And it only cost at least $60 with my online account on an non-existent site called Geeway."Ruffling his hair, he read