Fragility is as totality does. Impersonal linguists deny their reelings. I am a glass water, a droplet broken by heat, dissipated not into an atmosphere, but into space; that's the future, and I'm not yet ready, to go up, out, and into never. I can't bring myself to rage against dying lights because lit is a genre that's bound to be extinguished by its own name by its own tempo; early liquid drowned fire early ash.