Written by C. Madria Steven I called forward The deepest wounds From within And forced them all To depart from This present timeline All of them thanked me And chose to set me free, Fading into the fog Fading into the light I bade every aspect farewell And turned toward uncertainty, Transformed as a blank slate I bade farewell to better days Too far gone to retrieve, Without anything better To run back toward Within emptiness, As are the states Of transition, There is space to create I am calling forth My multitude of skills To face them all differently I must look each in the eye And establish yet…