As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this fragment will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.
Slight re-word 09/07/2010
Crystal ships on a mountain top.
Waiting to sail on a hot dinner plate.
Warmed by a sun as it turns to red.
Chiming sound as an anchor breaks.
Sending rippling shards on the surface wake.
A ship sails on and off the edge.
Spiraling slow toward the ravenous drain..
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