There was too much to witness
A crack in glass like icy
Little fissures on the pond
Cobwebbing outward beneath
A mass of ghastly and true.
It obscured the vision of
The lens preceding in the
Telescopic camera
Reluctantly trained on
Memories, an immoral
Tragedy to have ignored
If a lens cannot find a
Replacement then make the pair
A fractured whole, the imperfect
Behind an imperfection.
Bisecting lines are matched
To admit the tragic
Of the true