Saturday, December 7, 2013

Shattered Alignment

If it can't be saved then it can't be written
While all the others refuse to listen
Another review of what shall be
As some align themselves happily
A plethora of mistaken light
As the shattered image dawns overnight
 Clusters are the words to speak
Such a tale of what we seek
Find a new way to stand
As the fractures segments disband
All the strands must be precise
And the praise isn't worth the price
The winning prize is left on a string
Oh disguise, what a lovely thing
It's no surprise to where we lean
An analysis of the discarded screen
All the theories that we condone
Will eventually disprove us on their own

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