This City is a mirror smashed. It slowly falls,
A galaxy of brilliant shards:
Ruins of unearthly splendor.
And I can only watch, suspended
In a state of breathless shock, as beauty,
Grace, and wisdom bounce against the floor
To lie in dully shining heaps,
Their sheen besmirched by that strange stain
That men call progress.
A tower stretching to the sky
Will always fall. The plans of those
Who built a City (carved of glass that might reflect
Their high and noble dreams)
Cannot outlast the broken mirror lying
At my feet.
I see roads like twisted threads
Running through a tarnished hub:
Dirt and grease of time have slowly weighed
The gold
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To Christmas town, distractedly
He wandered, and was suddenly
Enchanted by the change.
No screaming children
In nightmare's midst.
Goosebumps gone. Fear deceased.
Holly wreaths
To every door, and
Mistletoe
Above all head.
Ribbons, presents, and oh, boy,
Endless merriment and joy.
Best of intents in his heart.
Eagerness for new adventure.
Fantasies so great in nature
Of replacing Santa Claus
Rewarding children for behavior.
Easter bunny fled in horror.
Christmas turned to nightmare,
Halloween messed it all up.
Regretting at last
Into Boogie's he went
Santa Claus and Sally he saved.
Then he finally found
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