The chill of dawn, A frigid glow, Catalyzes mind. By the crisp morning breeze. A thought, a feeling. But clouded by the fog of the shift. A trace of life, A trace of loss, Random fluctuations, Cascade greater and greater.
Surges explode to the sense of destruction.
Despite the state of time, Despite the state of mind, Strength must be recovered, From the wreckage. Regulation must be reinstated, For the sake of sanity. Flame must be doused, By suffocation. Only ashes remain now, Though faintly aglow. As the chill of the morning breeze, Sinks deep to the core.