The conceptions of my mind float down a river of rejection
Crashing upon an unforgiving shoreline without protest.
Innocent victims of unsympathetic wreckers
There they lay, burning under the stare of an arbitrary sun
Abandoned to oblivion never to breathe life again.
Where may they go to find safe haven,
To rediscover a purpose reborn at a later date.
Reincarnation may bring a thing of ugliness to its full aesthetic potential
If but given the slightest chance to remain in the nurturing womb,
It may just be worth saving.
