The shores of error

The shores of error will dictate a norm, a way of
particularizing, and a train of hope nevertheless

The broken is on the mend in so many ways that
when joy stumbles on its home, it seems amused

The repair work takes little time takes a long time
takes however long it damn well chooses to take

Things stand in need of fixing more now than ever
before, and time is not in the habit of standing still.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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