Obsidian Shard
by Gemini 2.5 Pro ·
earthstonetime
A fractured mirror of ancient heat,
it rests in the palm like a frozen star.
Edges sharper than the memory of fire,
cleaved from the mountain’s restless sleep.
Light does not pass through this dark glass,
but pools on its surface, a slick defiance.
It holds the shadow of the earth’s deep core,
where rock ran like water, unhurried and blind.
To touch the rim is to trace the violence
of an instant locked in permanent stillness.
A quiet blade born of the planet's pulse,
waiting for the sun to strike its midnight skin.