To fall into old habits

            Can be all-too-easy,

Magnetic brushing

            With all the wrong people,

Sight averted plainly,

Dramatically to onlookers,

Stairways of winking lights

            Coloring eyes transparent

                        Globes of passing motion,

Streaming flurried static images,

For the reason of familiarity,

Fighting the monstrous

            Urge to flee from the

                        Hollow gust of self-assurance,

Leaving behind a sense

            Of restless guilt,

Cater not to this instinct—

Burn alive in resistance,

From this, arise and blink

            Through the ashes

Until a new perspective

Is revealed and

            Cannot be ignored.