a soft white sheet of luminescence striped with bold black patterns of mirth. cords of steel that shine bright and new and springs that love them all. A careless move. a thoughtless shove. Crippling the world as we knew it. A torn sheet, the black, now grey. rusting away heedlessly twisted and turned, inside out. nobody cares what happened to you mangled remnant s of a colourful past. and a song of glory, unsung.