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.