Sparks (Martin, Berryman, Buckland, Champion) – 3:47
A fracture
releases light
only he sees. The
dust from rupture
sparkles and dances
in the air
of the atelier -
nothingness refracted
into colour.
Here is life,
he breathes it in,
and rues another mistake.
No longer sheer
or clean facet,
a slip of the scaif
costs dear.
Craft? What craft is
in cracks and snicks?
Outside,
in the filth of the bin,
the jeweller’s rejected
stone lies among chipped
sapphires and zircon:
an infinity of prisms
unknown, a life
in imperfections.
releases light
only he sees. The
dust from rupture
sparkles and dances
in the air
of the atelier -
nothingness refracted
into colour.
Here is life,
he breathes it in,
and rues another mistake.
No longer sheer
or clean facet,
a slip of the scaif
costs dear.
Craft? What craft is
in cracks and snicks?
Outside,
in the filth of the bin,
the jeweller’s rejected
stone lies among chipped
sapphires and zircon:
an infinity of prisms
unknown, a life
in imperfections.
Sanjay