Creations through the cracks.

Disaster. Chaos. Control. En-riot.

All one wants is harmony and quiet.

Restriction. Rebellion. Rigidity in power.

Through cracks come moments to empower. 
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Cracks though meek and seemingly minute, 

Inspiration forced through to compute,

Creations craft their way into being,

In a time that seems so far from fleeting. 
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Holistically time may be mere a fraction,

Universally a moment of compaction,

Through the chaotically ‘tis perceived hell,

On better times ‘tis hard to dwell.

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Yet through insanely bewildering dust,

One blunders on in near blind trust,

Hoping to endure what lies ahead,

Evolving rather than consuming dread.

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For the thought of reaching the other side,

Sparks a speck of joy upon ones ride,

A touch of determination’s to be ignited too,

Whilst trusting the universe to support one through.