jumping cross this awkward earth
i emerged from photographs
analog and full of depth
but not enough to resurrect
the sixty thoughts and effigies
that brought me here initially
with details of the proof unseen
and fluid sounds that shut me down
i look back with fascination
on my mind that's wondering
how i've come this far
and if tomorrow will be grayer
than it's been before
but i'm afraid the fringe is back
to sting me with it's soft remembrance
suspicion all the while lurking
underneath the white moonlight
posing as the darkness in the quiet night
and every night that i go out
its the same mistakes
that lead me down to
all the unexpected consequences
renamed as small font crimes
following the great disorder
that makes them all alright in time
paragraphs of paradigms
rewritten and revised
complicated by the pretext
that i cannot define