Yesterday what logic? Shavings litter the carpet, pastel dust upon discarded Sensation ever sharp as day An avalanche to what end? Radiation reads straight through learned tomes, redacted ions conjugating wildly Remembrance for which future? Intervals woven under Nature's jagged breath, clocks calibrated against Nighttime's wanton drift Language falsifies as to why? Surge not toward magnetic purpose, the frame smiles ever open inviting flight through cataracts of icy Resolve
Dani's Healing 