104: Tweed

Opal dreams of turquoise ruby-esque
Gems glisten sharply, a definitive cut
on the faces of these worlds.
How stable, how solid the strength!
Carved perfection - adored, and cherished to Rust.
Polished lust that is bitter
and wishful convenience;
and the tradition that weighs down on our ivory bones.
Catch the spectrum, encase it in a life of its own.
Bound by the unspoken, white porcelain dreams...
... Swallow crystals,
Drink diamonds,
They ravage the caves and savour the find
While we ravage the stone.