Spare Me the Glitter


Oh, spare me the glitter
of your dreams, those
pallid rocks pulled
from the lake, losing
all magnificence
after a moment's sun.
They are merely mineral,
no more profound
than your so-precious bones
that time will unlock,
burning away all else
to reveal their muteness.

© by David Graham

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