priceless pearl

said to erase all soot, start over white like a newly born ready to bear leaves green. said that a requirement must be met, for such a gift! of dying to worldly lust, and what does that mean? asked the little snake to the larger one it bore no shame nor sacrifice, having met hell and lived through it was quite the tatter tale when clarity was like a prism, a promised rainbow rolled backwards, what grating sound comes out of that hollow pipe. no dream, no nothing, the end is near thus the story was as tall as the sky, deep as a human's heart following the same old tune of more is better. but never a sacrifice. yikes, who wants that! the laughter could be heard from hollow words, vibrating - a tremor perhaps it was not a good vibe and of crushed pearls, of dust blown to the wind, that i do know, once scattered, once brought home to hellish mockery of what did transpire.