Strange as it sounds
Attraction is a law of materials
Attracted towards the law of interfaces
Attracted by the law of faces
In a rogue rigid weather of edges
A viscous vein stumbled upon a mirror
A mirror as lively as a lens
They conjugated, coagulated, coalesced and converged
Forming meaningful concave and convex nature
Viscous vein had limbs and life, full of impulsive craters
They engulfed a lot of painful petals, prisms, opaque cortex
In between light, life, limbs and living corpses
A gaze, gleam, gloom, glance, glimmer is gone forever