11 December 2011

Three halves are present The pie won't roll One must leave To make one whole

The pair moves on And abandons a third Betrayed, its lips Lesser than word

A lyric-less hymn All dashes and dots A song for a world full of Haves and half knots Untied and abridged Decaying in spots The half cannot will It sits there and rots

The will cannot have If a failure to see Prevents the becoming Of what needs to be

If it sees That it can roll Without another A half's a whole

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