Copper Wires Entwining

I snip the wire, letting it fall.
The shard flutters into my hand,
Willing to lend me a chance.
I begin to bend, twist,
And twirl the copper string.
I manipulate the metal,
Braiding it, and entwing it
Until it shortly pleases my eye.
The imperfection washes over me,
I am compelled to respond.
I tweak the curves, 
Flatten the spikes,
And continue to twist.
The wire soon snaps from 
Being twirled once too many.  
The piece is ruined,
But maybe I can improvise?
I retwist the weak piece,
Making it more and more unique.  
The imperfections stand boldly,
But making it more shocking.
The masterpiece sits gently in my fingertips,
As I admire the copper mistakes 
I was able to entwine together.