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Monday, January 6, 2014

Perfection Through Correction Through Reflection

Through focused will and grace, the select elect see the unseen path;
Those who choose ignorance and rejection, are lost in their own wrath.

The right route is never (or, is) clearly defined…
Irrelevant and relevant must be intellectually calcined…

This poem is like a mirror – in which there is a representation;
A glassy reflection, where each viewer establishes a connection.
For some nothing is clearer, for others a complex summation;
Through introspection, it shows though who desire – direction.   

With a crash –
A shimmering stone was thrown, which broke the glass;
Fragments on the floor, and all that remained was an empty frame.
The broken pieces create a mosaic, tiny tiles of destroyed smiles;
At the foundation, the designs were prosaic and stretched for miles.
Nothing new seemed held in store, within the collage of the same;
Illumination upon the shards, as time did viscously pass.
– With a flash…

Crimson, emerald, and azure –
Danced on the interior walls.
Primary colors and many more –
Everywhere the light falls.

The battered, tattered, shattered tedium may seem like utter gloom;
Yet a vivid spectrum, through that medium, is seen all around the room.


Composed By: A. D.

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