It can't be done,
that glass now blown apart
like most fathers and sons
the old didn't work out
now dust and fragments irretrievable positions...
how to start over, perfect, no omissions
its a fresh new land, untouched by foot
and hand of man
and new place, a globe a bottle a universe
a real place if thought then put to verse
we create it from scratch, with each thought intentions
only perfect not bad, never worse
a new path a trail, two hearts the guide
onward upward the two as one with pride
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