Godly Eyes : Part 3 of 10

My dreams,
are followed
by nightmares,
after realms
of silently
the peace,
is swallowed
Mark is bared,
And believed
is my fantasy
of  consciously
the stale bread,
the memories
My refusion,
How they taught
not my belief,
shaken salt
into the sea
negatively,
It needed
none of thirst,
scars bleeding
and the wisdom
to come is worse,
A blister bursts.
Oh me, oh fear,
into the ocean,
and rusted gears
and now and here,
a gravely near,
a stuck machine,
of water bubbles,
near buried
of such tunnels.