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Lug's Disaffection

It was Lug who collated disaffection
And laughed himself at wanting to
A titanic laughter
That rang in his throat
Echoes from his chest
Answered each other

It was Lug who kneeded conformity
And laughed at the protests
A bursting laugh
Atomised the brittle balls
(they'd made of it)
Into unique pieces

There was beauty to be taken
And Lug had slept through the trapping
Of its delicate traits and first clawed tears
That unmade tolerance of any mistake
Foundry of simulation
And unhardened division