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