Broken bones pinned rectifying failure too long neared. Whispered dyes
Paint a veil that opined sanctifying sins feared, blessing all wise
With a reasoned pacifying belief it's not at all weird to prize
The sense of fate derived from the course paved genetically.
Nearly too late, the fact arrived no longer a sinner eternally;
The clean slate never survived a conclusion so revelatory;
That a lack in one's stash isn't finishing
Demanding embrace the ever-black -- ash snowing from fuse wire diminishing.
The infinite caused to contract in a flash more a refinishing
Of the human abstract, narrowed to a cache of distinguishing
Features, capabilities, and all around possibilities.
You can be whatever you want, within varying probabilities,
Though are already disposed to variant degrees of disabilities.
A fact once recognized, everything thereafter is hostilities or propensities --
Inclination toward, or opposition to
The basic elements of you.