Creation's destruction
goes by rearrangement.
To have been arranged
is to exist, as such.
To be deranged
is to lose that crutch,
the name and the form
a life and its norms.
Words know reduction
by erasure
by respelling
by fire.
Makers beware.
Fossilized olds
fuel every new.
To be deranged is to lose that crutch. Beautiful words ♥
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