Bad Timing

A burst of something
A momentous occasion
When understanding comes
That no amount of persuasion
Could get me to believe

Thought punches through
As the very world shatters
And I see
Something through the tatters
That remain floating, purposeless

I'm not quite sure what,
But it's something
Astoundingly bright
The essence of that one thing
That eluded understanding

The world's shards remain
Like dewdrops in the air
Catching the light perfectly
Seemingly crafted with care
Each and every one of them

Sucked backed together
Reality regenerating
My view is blocked
The host darkness dissipating
It's time for breakfast