Break, broke, broken

Go on, break something already broken,

Dance on the crumbles, singing, if you will.

It makes little difference. Slightly more work

To hold and put together again.

But it’s the first crack that changes the stautus,

The first blemish between damaged and whole.

There’s a next step, destroyed, not just broken

But you’re a long way from having that force.

So go on, try to break something broken,

And leave the pure, whole things be.

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