an angel, a demon, and confucious perform a tchaikovsky ballet on a copper needle head,
as the llamas and camels jump through its azure eye.
they leap into each other to odette’s song.
never mindful, they swivel, sip ambrosia, and sundry speak.
“i am condemned, because i was created most beautiful, and i proclaimed i was the light,” the demon confesses.
“beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart,” confucious advises.
“i am condemned, because i was created with no heart,” the angel wails.
the two look down at their feet and jump through the needle,
leaving two half filled waterford pieces, two sets of sandy footprints,
and negative space to build and grow.