The perfection of texture and hue,
seeming so clear and true
with delicate patterns enticing
the calmness of enchanted blue.
In life and death it stands alone
this timeless vase on ivory keep,
gazing tall and bright at those below
where out of view its cracks grow deep.
They spring in time and expose with zeal
the vanity, lust and hate inside;
And the lesser evils that I conceal.