Molten glass becomes a heart
If breathed into carefully,
Hope wakes it up with a start
For the whole world to discover;
Molten heart becomes aglass
Waiting to be filled with folly,
What should think then the young lass
Of the promised grand lover?
Every beat into pieces
Lay shattered on the ground,
Neither shall know what peace is
Until they recognize the sound
Of what has yet to be broken –
Within the vale truth lies spoken.
They shall bite or be bitten, they shall smite or be smitten, they shall write or be written.