Fire and friends, laughter and light, I left them all behind Though feet pointed forward with mind in disorder My body felt all unaligned. The buzzing of bugs on the humming orange bulbs spoke of sickly infection I climbed the stairs with no one aware and hoped to avoid kind detection. Cigarette smoke from a near-midnight toke trailed from a future regret Surveying acres of stark layers of dark Only myself could I reflect. The scrying wretch pries at rot, checks on the soul weathered thin. Flowers need basics, love, care, and patience So this garden I cannot well tend.