I respect Silence’s blame; I miss thee just the same.
From me does the Stillness urge a disquieting benevolence coalescing into
this grievance.
The plasmatic burst of a coronal flare turns to a sickly flame’s green glare.
The Universe wrought itself from naught and therein do we return,
Unto a new Form.
A Thing will fall apart only to be remade into a newly fitted part.
The queen of Magnets insists on polarity because Friction is necessary.
Heresy and hearsay do not become me. Yet are they my Necessity.
Shed the veil and show thine face.
I wilt hold your place.
So tumble and flail. Howl like a feral dog into your Fog.
This peculiar part is ever of less Proportion to the W/hole.
And, the peace thou dost seek, upon being found, will be abhorred.
Until evermore.
WrittenCasey 
“A Thing will fall apart only to be remade into a newly fitted part.”
I love this line; how true this is! Not all that is broken is useless. Often the ragged and the rugged are, as you say, jewels in disguise.
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Smile. I plagiarized and bastardized a title by Chinua Achebe called Things Fall Apart, to make that line. When blocked, right? Thank you for reading.
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🙂 ❤
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Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore”
What bird says evermore?
Bluebird?
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An ibis is my guess
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