Alight

To self-console I darkened vistas Once wracked with promised beauty gone Once filled with smoldering remnants of The life I had and the one I had dreamed of
Only now, having rearchitected the structure And the world surrounding to the end that At first, sustainable, bearable At second, to heal every wound I could possibly Think to find and Ones that thought to find me As well
Having met success with the tasks laid forth Having followed clinical and innate wisdom To the end. To the end and now the result, witnessed
Darkened vistas greet me, the harvest of sewn labors Invisible in complete
Unblinding myself to myself Unarchiving my dreams of my dreams Reconnecting to life, testing yet more magic Seeking my next in-of-body experience