there is a beauty
that shines to me
in the degradation
of the countless
copies
the inspired bys
that go
too far
cross the line
into outright
theft
yet never quite
manage to
harness
the spark
of the original
film
slowly deteriorating
into shambling
mockeries of
unaltruistic design
it is there
in the
unentangled
quantum
dissimilarity
the intent
boiling beneath
the surface
casts a new
veneer
onto the shamelessly
intent free
liftings
reminding
in its lackings
the true artistic
mindshudder
that indoctrinated
the words
of the architect
behind the
pastiche of
sterile mockingbirds