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Prized,
the golden, shining idol.
A worth
to hold, to praise,
to cling to.
Imagined.
Invoked with grandeur,
idealism.
Possessed by pride,
image.
Gleaming eyes turn away
as surface cracks,
the finish fades.
Where's the worth
with no shiny penny?
Ugly,
too cold, too imperfect,
too real.
Realised.
The tarnish becomes trashy,
uncovered.
The plain, heavy metal,
truth.
Weighed down.
Tossed.

15/01/07