Fractured Connection
Reflection
In the depths of a fractured world, two souls sit entwined,
Their forms a mesh of wire and splintered light.
Red sparks dance upon their weathered skin,
As they reach for each other, a fragile bond within.
The man, adorned with a hat, a symbol of his earthly guise,
Gazes upon the figure before him, a reflection of his own surprise.
Their hands, a tangle of wire and stone,
Touching, yet separate, a paradox of connection known.
In this realm of shattered glass and geometric pain,
They find a moment's peace, a respite from the world's refrain.
The background, a blur of blue and red and gray,
Echoes the turmoil of their inner world, a kaleidoscope of disarray.
Yet, in their gaze, a spark of hope remains,
A beacon in the darkness, a love that still sustains.
For in the fractures, a beauty lies,
A testament to the strength that still survives.