Wreck & Reference Spectrum
From this forge, a fraud elemental.
Rent from flames, unripe and unsteady.
It adorned, with muted palette.
A spectrum restrained, and blurred.
Swaddled in embroidery so dear.
Diverting critical gaze.
Wrought now but take to it
With hammer, chisel, hatchet,
And blade.
Recast this iron, work without remorse.
Fashion a new frame.
Do not sleep; burn scars are medals.
In this solitary race.
