It’s broken Worse, smashed to smithereens No point keeping it Throw it away, you tell yourself Yes, says everyone around you It’s past fixing, throw it away So you do, or You thought you did Until you find it Hidden away in a corner Waiting for you to see And this is the mystery If…
Sweep up the pieces Make sure you get them all Use a good, solid glue Now comes the tricky bit Piece by piece Bleeding sliver by aching shard Begin your reconstruction Assemble again the form of you Defy fear and disregard despair Doggedly work on your renaissance Don’t think about how you’ve been here before…
Eclectic Assemblage 