Sparkle.

Brilliant lights speckle across my wretched shell

Slouch against my wall, I watch the world dance

I fill my accustomed place, the one I have worn so well.

And as I see the display, I know I have no chance.

I, shallow mockery of wholeness and wholesomeness,

Dare not encroach on the beauty of the action,

I would only nauseate it with lies of most fulsomeness,

I am nonetheless dazzled by the light's refraction.