There
were no blueprints in those early days;
Consensus
fails to fill the room with glee
And harmony is but a poltergeist
Who manifests in vague chimeric veils
To dance and shift and gel to solid type.
And
in the end their grand epiphany
Befits the will of all who would be free.
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Just
ragged tomes and scrolls from eons past
With
cryptic jargon and philosophies
Of
overstated misbegotten text.
The
pieces are all there in scattered scrawl
Laid
out before the gathering to weigh.
The
gallant and outspoken breathing fire
As
they beat their chests and cry for liberty.
And harmony is but a poltergeist
Who manifests in vague chimeric veils
To dance and shift and gel to solid type.
Befits the will of all who would be free.
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