Standing after a Seat

the minnows spark into palm fronds then flash back to formation--a silent underwater explosion, the way your instincts react. i guess i wonder that if my brain sparks that often, is the destruction that follows something i need to send emergency aid to, or will the deep furrows and ragged edges fern again on their own?

i don't detest it. i just beg to have--or is it destruction? i guess one thing worth wondering at for at least a little bit is at what point your instincts stop paying to save you and instead become mercenaries for the perceived threat.