wonder what of wonders, of bread the white and wheat, but truth be not spoken to ears not full of hearing, in trembling sorrow i wake to sleep, to sunlight streaming forth, daylight savings time no more, dawn it beckons, dawn's rosy fingers, the lake's icy grip, jack frost nips at heels but hell's not frozen over, whilst barriers erected across from Field's await for blades of steel, and twelve and eleven and ten and less form stories through too clear glass, but home sweet home sweet sugar caramel taffy apple tart, break loose loose teeth, lost amid the burning flames of sadness, and empty heart, a bear sits quietly, underneath the burning metal, letters strewn about the floor, memories fading, carpet padded, opened closed and sealed away, burn catharsis, faked death, there is no end to madness, to reality's firm grip on humanity, but oblivion awaits, smiles to be smiled, and above all, those flowers on the edge of living to be smelled