finite

Not all cycles are continuous.

I

Saw you

Here before dawn

My immature memory sears

Can’t forget this

Once i

Kill

I

Can’t stop

I didn’t know

How explosive destruction hurts

But perhaps i

Can save

This

But

I know

My mistake well

This corrosion replicates quick

Turns into rust

I must

cease

Author's Note

This is another poem written in a format using a mathematical sequence, Pascal's Triangle to be exact. Written in one shot, no revisions made. I place this on the chopping block for all to mutilate and tear apart.
Enjoy.