Language of the Broken Ones

The most important part is immersion

That is the method of dispersion

It’s easily achieved with diversion

And lost when you look for the surface.

Without imagery, it is hard to find your way

Lost eyes mean there is nothing between night and day

What is moral if there is no word for grey?

It’s surprising, how many the ways to play

Now find another word for “busy.”

Adjectives always make the most scents

Familiar territory is where you find the dents

They teach you the texture of the fence

Beware, for the fire is tense

What is discovery without the past?

Tongues teach two lessons: joy and danger

Tracking harm is what saves the ranger

Emptiness can fill the manger

And no one knows the granger

Which means the problem is choice.

Grammar is the domain of song

Sometimes love is only a breath long

Absence is the sharpest prong

But trade can bring the gravest wrong

So pay attention to the signs.

Look for verbs, find the skin

It takes more than points to win

Pain is as immortal as sin

And you can find blood with a pin

So take good care of your armour.

Are you lost when you look for the surface?

The easiest achievement is diversion

That is the madness of dispersion

The most important part is immersion.