The end layers over the beginning in contours of time Blanketing the middle in consorts of connection Rescuing the lost from themselves —saving the foundling’s parade
it seems ridiculous to me that it does not matter in spite of what is clearly logically and undeniably the truth
just because a mistake was not challenged or corrected until now; should not mean we are forced to accept the hindrance of this idiocy and what it means for our future