and from this mundane dawn
came such delight
as irony is to astonishment
then here is a band that is to perfection
without a term, without need
insipid formlessness
the shapelessness of lacklustre
gave rise to simplicity in propinquity
to corporal craft of insight
from the strength of one gentle mind
encircling such beauty as pure air
supports a soul in medium
this silver ingot was blessed to be
so secretly flawed, yet wish deity worn
magicians toil, remain an unfinished ring
©2009 Hey Hey
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