Carefully read, this prose is at still br Not shaking or budging at it's own will br Each word will bow to the one at it's left br And the ones to the right are servants at best br Why won't it change? Is it written in stone? br Craved into granite, etched out in bone? br There's no way to know and every way to say br There's millions of choices and a correct chosen way br This writing won't change, just save and fill br But your one right way certainly willbr br Alyssa Rieperbr br