Chaos ensues, dressed by the precious mixing of the hues.
From a depth few have ever set; the hollow where the rest wept; see what it is they wouldn’t do.
Now we can be sure, but everyone’s confused, accusing others of what they seem to do; cataloging the refused, the broken, neglected and the all but abused. Most can only see what was never meant to be. What was never quite on Cue.
The ancient patience is never vacant, never waning. Never altercating the balance of what’s sustaining. The lives of those upside down will get turned right around, and this business will never lose.