Felt tool away life

 

Cat misery drama get

 

Read bullshit far right

 

Chosen Fragments

From dust I rise, a sudden sheen,

a burst of bright, precarious shard.

No perfect whole, no steady scene,

just limits etched, a life unbarred.

The urge to bind, a silent ache,

to fuse these parts, a fragile hold.

Each chosen seam, for freedom's sake,

a thousand unmade tales untold.

And for a breath, the form holds fast,

a mosaic sparked, a vital glow.

A conscious pulse, too bright to last,

defies the void where currents flow.

Then parts disperse, as all must drift,

a quiet, cosmic, silver rain.

But light, in breakage, grants a gift:

the memory of fire, the vibrant stain.

Recollection mind trust worry

 

Ferryman space adverse blindness

 

The Calculus of Light

A thought-flicker, a glimmering ghost,

Of a grander gain, a new sense, almost.

A silent knew notion, a single spark,

In the mind-humus deep, in the quiet dark.

Stony silence, stifling sound's soft plea,

Ignorance's grim grip, binding glee.

An idiom-bound box, stuck in the mud,

Where old dogmas thud, a belief's rude thud.

Deep dreams seeped, sweet secrets now released,

Like water, it wound, its reach increased.

A sense of new cents, a phantom hum,

A whisper-wind reaching, from whence it had come.

Vast vistas vibrate, venture forth in light,

A sum of insights, grandiose and bright.

New light-years to lead, not just a dark lead,

Ideas ignite, planting possibility's seed.