People Throw Stones In Incomplete Workshops

people throw stones in incomplete workshops they oftentimes destroy the center of the foundation before it has a chance to grow noses become storks' beaks and smirks become suspect the sunshine becomes enamored with the furies amongst the clouds though beautifully melodic as they sound, i can smell the soup bubbling in the pot alphabet pasta becomes acidic aftershock when the words are created without the proper form of thought, the structure of the workshops will surely crumble