Reincarnation, is a dead refrain

So this what it's like to be a butterfly

Reborn

Dead

Is this the gift of fire?

Or the making of a perfect diamond

Digital climber plummets

In a canceled dive

Like a flower petal in autumn I'm brittle to the touch disintegrating the pieces swim

Intelligent toasters, troubleshoot through caffeine

Backwards engineering a death span, without dreams

Invisible shadows slip into mirrors through ceilings and out into floors