Scratch a glass, deform it

Screw perfection

Break a glass, and it is enlit

Bent into a new creation

Your glass is intact, glistening with care

You are vulnerable

My glass is enlightened, strewn here and there

Mend me not for I am indestructible

One cannot flaw, what is not striving for completion

Organize your house of cards just right

I do not fear, death or destruction

I see your temple crumbles with a breeze that is oh so light

Why I am flawless, I will finally choose

Within these lines the truth will move

Maybe, your glass has too much to lose

Maybe my glass has nothing to prove