Try wrapping your mind around a sound
An amorphous blob, not square, not round
An array of dots that are disconnected
Begs a drawn line, a picture’s suspected
Or maybe, the matter prefers to be scattered
What once was whole, now righteously shattered
Do you loathe loose ends, no logic, no border?
Better learn to coexist with “out of order”
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