Upon the perspective of the oppressive past,
the fragments of bygone prospects,
merge and bind again and again,
bouncing up and down, jostling,
just aggregating the momentum
of breaking free
in different
illustrations
of spectrums,
different connection of dots,
to a wider spin of immuration,
more architectural poses of a mode.
We cannot change the past.
We change
our perspective of it though,
according to our present.
