Six Coins

Bathing in the cold light of the sun
I throw six coins to the wind,

Between other misshapen forms my
imperfect mind dreams with them,

Amongst beauty and horror we look
back and forward on joy,

Fantasy drawn on our faces
like the hands of a clock,

Ticking and tocking through new
delusion and old visions,

A world seen through the frame
of a single white diamond,

Bathing in the cold light of the sun
I throw six coins to the wind.

six coins

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