De Novo

How many new starts are we allotted?

I feel certain there is a number

Specific and dreadful once exceeded

A fine balance must be kept account

Too few resolutions and we stick,

unable to turn on our axis or circle a

new sun

Spectrumed opposite, we approach our limit and there is no cosmic lender

willing to give credit

Do we sense our last approach

Is each incarnation a degraded vision

of the first, following,

A creature of entropy?

Every iteration not fresh, but worn

Struggling toward the unseeable line that we all must eventually reach

and cross

How much does each blank slate cost?

and forgiveness?

Are we building better or simply making patches

to a faulty program

with planned obsolescence

and a Fatal Error?