Souls of Glass
Broken glass can be reassembled,
Though the fractures remain visible.
Once mended, the structure may resemble
The divine form it once was; nevertheless,
Each crack is an etch of agony.
And the history
Of the transcendent edifice's destruction
Haunts the memory of the beholder
For though it stands,
Recollection of its fragmentation lingers.
What has been broken cannot rejuvenate,
It can only ameliorate the rupture.
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