Come Together

To the sun-- says she, its vicious light will grant us power. No, cries the man, the moon has mastered stealth, and will bask us in knowledge. The Blue, the Dark, every Green and every Stone; the all-around world broke into halves-- then quarters, pieces, and ultimately fractions so fragmented the slivers were as fine dust grating on the restricted soul as fiberglass.

And so the world remains.