Reincarnation

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.