I cleave the rock
Two equal halves , dust
Spills out over worn tan work boots
I hand you the larger half
As you tenderly accept the
Geode like a premature baby, gingerly.
Light dashes off of the blue and purple iridescent crystals inside.
Outside thick grey clouds gather appearing like many rolling geodes
Spilling forth the light of a million stars
Cascading rainbow
Spilling forth the water
From the daughter, the moon.
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