A sweep is possible
I have to believe it all
what words cannot contain
What's shaken
and what does remain
For those who can't
be satisfied
the moral code
unratified
not unfinished
not uncorrected
unstarted, wholly
undirected
Who could then
wield the broom
these clumsy hands
could sweep in doom
and so wait cursed
by little hope
the mess remains
and we just cope
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