Reality or the perception?

He dropped the crystal and it shattered
against the the floor, pieces scattered
newly onto his shoes.
Damning all of his unrepentant
luck, the feeling of the shards traveling still as if sentient.
Embers of crystal, to pay his dues
when his sins slip from his fingers
into nothingness. With care it lingers
tight in the recesses of a mind
high on distress. He lowered himself to the ground,
catching the burning glass as it was found
and blindly cut himself with an edge in kind.
Relegated to a failed state, he cleans up the mess and burns
embers inside a soul, which he then inters.

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