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
Regeneration • Opuss № I