'One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star'- Nietzsche
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Picture time gone

and a world turned to glass.

Here, a glass man holds a white glass

handkerchief to his red glass nose

in a city park where the brown glass boughs of trees

jiggle brown glass leaves and dwarf

the green glass blades of grass.

In the distance lie enormous glass turquoise mountains

where waterfalls of silver glass stream over glass rocks

while the jagged wings of birds hang overhead.

And all the colorful glass people in all the glass towns

look on and look on and look on.

Suddenly, one marble statue topples.

The glass world buckles and shatters

and the stained glass sky comes crashing down.

And in the ensuing silence the smashed glass world

shimmers like a dangling neon jewel

under the gleam of a midnight sun

while the face of a marble nihilist statue

stares out coldly from beneath the rubble

of what was.

John Hawkins, October 1983, The Mass Media (student publication)

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