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Edge of Oblivion

A glass, half full, teeters
The edge of oblivion.
Water shakes, quivers,
ready to fling itself into the unknown.
(hard wooden floor)
And the table wobbles,
just a fraction.

The glass and water fall.

The glass and water
explode

Upwards, one moment
mingled, a fountain of
glittering diamonds.

This their moment, hanging
in air
before clinking and pooling to the floor.

~2007?

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