in such a hurry
to enjoy the scant
moments of peace
we miss the reasons
this brief excursion
into existence
is filled to the brim
with pure fucking magic
perhaps it takes
a liberal dash of madness
to accentuate the lines
showcasing new angles
in a different light
to illuminate the beauty
etched intrinsically into
dreamdander disasters
speeding manically
a calamitous comet
signaling the disinterest
of universal expansion
as it applies to fruit flies
ruining a perfectly fine
chunk of minerals wobbling
around an indifferent star