The pale fleeing, infuriating, face delivered to my reflection stays
    quiet with each
     consecutive gouging of intrepids:
       sail with dense silly notions, fly with brevity though not
        victimless and see the nascent effect of time- a clockwork of
          banal adept inscriptions on a graffiti wall ... That each once upon a time sordid, broken and feckless sought a soul of strength to
  wrench the doomed momentum of an eased contemplation... Through reveries discovered and abandoned
Seek the sought out souls from which the origin, decisive, now leans into
A jib changing, forcing the wind to deliver its deathly toll
Revive the cuneiform straggler singing in luatony- public places
   singing, scampering hymns to deliver you and even us
Morphic pondering. though shall stand clear...
     and clear that you shall stand
Enter Demons' bane and Angels' empathy
Clouds of black in the morning sunrise
  fanned by the oblivion galaxies who swirl and
    taunt your aspirations
Again sanity and decency from which all proclaim to be from;
Starts day to night and daylight savings torn into black
   as memories serving sit with a throne of disdain and future
    looking forward in eternity may be the futures looking back