Break the Mold

Change the pattern,
Warp and bend,
Wrench aside,
Divide and scatter,
Uproot and rend;

Reshape the image, renew the trend;

It doesn't matter
What the form
So long as you break
With a past and shatter
The mirror's norm;

Shove off and ride the renewing storm;

Reawaken to purpose,
Replenish the blood,
Reforge the nerve,
Redirect the currents
Of fire and flood;

Be born again from primal mud;

The ancient pattern
Is dying fast;
Destroy the pattern
Of the dying past
And start again;

But know your hour, the why and when;

Reset the column,
Realign the stair,
The rise and pitch,
The lure and lift
Into rarified air;

But never arrive, for the end is there.