China doll, trapped in a glass figurine
Story Of The Fine China Doll
Lonely, old, Fine China Doll
Static; motion, emotion
Inert in the arduous posture
Fatigued arms, rigid, held up high
Back bent idly, emulsified in the groove
Transparent eye-lids
Dry shinny eye balls, wide open
Awaiting, awaiting;
for the sun to rise and break the curse
Fine China Doll cursed by the Gods;
once a spring bee, a ray of light, a neon glow
Encapsulated into a clear glass figurine
With her obscured vision, all she saw;
The buzzing, humming world, beyond the glass
The hibiscus fields, anticipating her groovy dance
Determined and focused, a dedicated hard-working bee she was
Ceased, helplessly witnessing her peers consume her righteous nectarine joy
Living the pleasure she desired
Her eye balls leaking
Surely she deserved better!
The envious Fine China Doll, cursed by the Gods
Fought and fought
Until the wounds could no longer bleed
A great numbness took over
A peculiar vacuum, an enlightenment
Empowered her to re-examine the fate she had charged against
Within the fine china walls
Fine China Doll, blessed by the Gods
Naive, unaware, impatient
Concluding at her own will
For she was exiled, away into the china figurine, only to be sheltered
Against the storm, about to hit her gardens
Peers, hibiscus, all wiped out
A new divine land was to rise above the eradicated fields
A special place in the hierarchy was reserved for her, as a reward
Only the divine lands were eternal,
As were the infinite nectarine bodies
The purified sublime spirit was released from the glass
At the due time
Adjusted swiftly into the new world
Rejoiced every moment
For she was trained for this new world, inside the perfect China glass
