Beyond the chasms of reproach
Farther than truths hold extends
Did I seek answers for the voices
That the hearts dared not hold
And in the mirrored gaze that we captured;
Turned startled and devoid
I looked far along the depths
To the blanks that arose
Yet in deemed recognition
Of a desginatory role
I beheld hung reflection,
Drawn to my own
There, desecration of the sacred
Lay ruin to the plans we decode
As the construct destroyed
In the name of resolve
Once more is absolved
Of being party to the sin
Of progress and change.
Novel, indeed
A concept of old
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