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They should be admired and never worn
The unspoken rule, so unspoken, in fact, that it’s never learned
Until it’s too late
Under no circumstances should you ever put one on
Temptation calls from the songbird
Perched dizzyingly high
Above rich cedar, carved into sharp valleys and sharper cliffsides
Do not get lost in its maze
Porcelain, as smooth and blue as a pond at daybreak
Mist clinging, hazy and shimmering, to its fluid curves
But its elegance must remain untouched
Disturb the glassy illusion and its ripples will shatter you
That one there is born of mountain fire,
Its features forged in the stifling heat of an active volcano
Rough swells and jagged mounds will melt and muddle your conscience away
But this is the one no soul should ever go near
Its origins are lost in time, aside from one fact
The agony caged in its hollows, are daggers in your skull
Before you've lifted a finger towards it.
Anger, malice, the sharp tang of fear roll off in tidal waves
Grabbing and yanking at the threads of your conscience
Get away from it now, run as fast as you can, don't spare a single glance
If you do, you're as good as dead
Murky claws plunged deep into your core
You won't return from that.
And, Oh,
Wouldn't you know?
You just looked back