Like a collapsing tool
who’s pieces are smaller tools
Making other tools, made of smaller ones
Spiraling out ad infinum
Spreading out past their nonexistant boundaries
until there becomes a faint orange glow..
All over.
And over again.
Until it’s gathered to assignment all presence
Then it turns into a tool of tools, over defined and sparingly malignant.
Over turning on itself and holding grudges
Striking insets of childish nature
While springs and leaves hold their settings
Meta morphosis exhausting possibilities in a lovely fashion
Crisp dews and inner faerie gather
A collection of fierce love helping itself to every serving with little consequence
