The Misshapen Shore

Rehearsal, to reshape an awkward sphere on boards of bark.
Cognizance,
a lowly student’s mishap,
a dialog is lost at sea,
a bench at part thirteen we sat beneath.
An ink pen blotted ink on paper strips,
shapes cut out of newspaper pages,
magazine pages are stained.
The misshapen antagonist,
a faster smarter variant.
One part’s wiser,
one part’s bent and broken and full of misfortune.
To miss the last season is a great mistake.
To educate reimbursed steel reduced to a shriek.
The vagrant impoverished plebes who ran across a pavement course.
Each step is scratches on stone,
supervised combatants and torn apart sheets.
An unsteady sequence of prematurely plucked harp strings,
the musical agreement of slowly constructed paste strewn fragments of misery riddled symphonic characters that flake away when satiated.
The walls converged at the boarder of focus and fundamental arguments of languages,
an outcome of seductive interaction and rape of intellect.