Scattered Few,
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"The closer I got to
the reconstruction
the farther she got" |
The closer I got to
the reconstruction
the farther she got
In a way I found
what I was after
Not the truth but
the way the truth makes us respond
But then the truth
is the way we respond
Myself to the
ground I followed the line
Every lovely curve
To every abrupt
change
The lesson was in
the way
I had to shift to
fall into the groove
On time nestled
another split apart
Just as I was a
child knowing not when to let up
Things broke and
several pieces went a missing
Union came not at
the moment
Union is not a
definition
Union was the
memory there after