closing time,
re-setting failed buttons to type rope,
re-logging spaces that have become many iostopes,
re-imaging the what could have been done wrong better,
re-peating what i'd thought i'd got rid of,
re-hoping that metal and bricks match better that red paint and nylon string.
re-conceiving of the sunny days spent inside,
re-editing vice versa's the someone once loved
re-hashing the stuff that i forgot about,
re-amusing one thoughts that were too dark to mention
re-aquainting with friends i already know,
re-establishing sanity with morning cups of tea.
re-shifting a trunchen concrete stubborness.
re-fining mass conglomerations of forests and wide woodlands
re-focusing on a world that showed me black and white
re-meshing meshes that caught on my jacket
re-bruzing bruzes
re-faking fakes
re-telling stories
re-torting
