Polish a coin until it shines
A coin it still remains
Scratch the surface, smash the matter on the tracks
And yet the etching still ingrained
Flattened to the edge of flat
So the world around remains
As a coin which flips is falling fast
With fate less interchanged
No bounce determines forward path
Which wasn't first ordained
Mere steadfast midst matters of the past
For we all in life break change
Just started writing on a whim and the reference made me think of an old acquaintance from a former life. Ember Nickle.