Shapes and Colours, Grating

Meltdown of my mind
Into a puddle on the floor.
There it grows into a statue,
Something I’ve never seen before.
I feel freedom, and the cycle continues.
The sensations in my eyes are like of liquid metal.
I’m not sure of the colour, but it’s somewhere
Between a bronze and a silver. There are shivers and a glaze.

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