The pieces on the ground lay in front of me
Please do not attempt to hand them to me
Let me gather them when I am ready
Don't give up on me just yet
I will try to sort the pieces in time
Do not sweep them up, hide them, or dispose of them
The mess is mine, I own the pieces before me
I have the strength to build from these very pieces
If time runs out, if the clock even stops, I will do this
Make better pieces from the pieces in front of me on the ground
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