JIM: A unicorn, huh? —aren’t they extinct in the modern world?
LAURA: I know!
JIM: Poor little fellow, he must feel sort of lonesome.
- The Glass Menagerie, Tennessee Williams
ex.tincture
and just like the unicorn before the broken
glass horn – lonesome but with all that rainbow
light shining through; such a be-speckled prism.
shattered now on the impact of being manoeuvred by
something – merely misshapen, mishandled and now
appearing similar, no longer dis-
and in space of where the light left is just the twinge
of phantom pain.
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