Words blooming
Bright petals of sun
Burning on entry
Scorching pavements

On the eve of her rebirth and
For the first time in months
I looked up to the stars
And caught her final
Senescent smile
A culmination
Of hysteria
And hope

Its fire is a beacon
An alarmingly bright disruption

I'd grown numb to the constants

Burned by discovery
I'd retreated into comfort

But even as I adhered to these tired laws
She was examining them

Splitting them apart and transforming them
Every action with hot determination

I feared for her demise
As if it had already taken place

But she is not the spacial divide
Her wounds will cool with time

She is never fully discovered

And space is not the same as distance
The end is never the end

There is no such change as death
Only the subtlest shift in time

And a choice to see her through it

(pragmatic)
Morality thrives
In choices derived; beware
False dichotomy

(irony)
Destiny denied
Bright, painted constellations
Burn with wounded pride

(solipsism)
Clouds collide, falling
From scorched skies, calling my name
Scream, shriek, shout -- in vain

(phoenix)
Dawn wakes, breaks, explodes
Extinguishing flames within
Gravity? Defied

(volition)
I've never believed
In stars, the fire burns within
Defiance, freedom

(shower)
Ad hoc clarity
Moments of serenity
So existential

Morality thrives
In choices derived; beware
False dichotomy

Ad hoc clarity
Moments of serenity
So existential

Destiny denied
Bright, painted constellations
Burn with wounded pride

Clouds collide, falling
From scorched skies, calling my name
Scream, shriek, shout - in vain

Dawn wakes, breaks, explodes
Extinguishing flames within
Gravity? Defied