Sequence

[Xlyer]

Days.
Pass over, the structural integrity failing.
Looking, hoping, and feeling for forms.
Feeling newfound horns grown.
Sh!t.

Looking for clarity.
A pile of ruble.
Stacking blocks; for science of course.
A chord missed.

Split.
Figuratively speaking it doesn't fit.
Realistically I'm full of. . .
All well.

Only time will tell.
Or so they say.