look back at this moment in time not questioning why you did it
but how it was handled, how you're rebuilt and back together,
to the point of wielding orange magic, of fighting what is right,
of going anywhere, anything tonight.
any scattered mess could find its way back to the top one day
a shattered plot to find what is and is not
to really understand what kind of where here was
when here was that is.
now forever there is here
or at least it feels
as if an almost constant pain you'll always know to never heal
said to be gone before dusk hit the dawn
would every last moment be longed for forever
conceptual perceived as perpetual hurling
a rate a toe curling the light to be burning
the hole in the spectrum
of fractal perfection
an all too common misconception is life
for what is life without inflection upon further inspection
it's gone.