My rhymes have shattered into jagged deep,
The soul is placed inside a calloused crust,
Both dreams and raw desires went like feed,
Within the deep throat of pride was cast.

Bright images of moments surface now,
Invading consciousness these shreds of rhymes,
They are full of feelings bright — and so?
The sculpture was made from digested these.

The sculpture

Purple, shiny with edges, nooks, and crannies 
Light bounces off and dances along the walls

Amethyst

In gentle hands,
rising over waves of wind
to lands anew
we fly. And from so high
we are as small
as *frost* on the windowsill.