Gravity Pulls
Our forms to be
Us
Forciose things
and full of wonder
Coalesced
A singularity
Yet
Light gives sight
To halo Rings
cast black by the unknown.
As
Matter found
in vapor form,
gives lift
To humbled fret
For This
A contract ,
duelly met
Is thee
Unbalanced bet
Thus of this
the arch of spark
The metronomal
Mark
Are
Atoms and matter
Space and time
Those truths of ,Light and dark
With tools so crude
To flame
From spark
Creation cold and stark
From this
Reclusive
Alcamist
A Sentient being
adrift
And
Rue and refuse the piety
To gods
of gastsly note
So
due I hail
Thee
full of spite
Destroyer
Jubilant
Respond to you
Of you
no word
Shepard
Nought of
Herd
Of countless time
With rhythms rhyme
Reiterate
Time spent
Oh creature coward
Faceless you
Our saviors son's decent
Who
gave to me a hand of sand
The
grains,
owned
by
the
******
And woe of he
The ward of space
Gate
keep
Absent
grace
Riddled with
A failing mind
Our Blessed
Heathin *****
For
Surly plans
unknown, unwind
Of what he
Has
In store
This
An empty
Formulaic
Tombe of ancient tune
speaks this code
A wayword
vice
Absent
paradise
In higher planes he finds abode
Neglectful father form
And
finds he
solice
As
He
Demands
Souls
For
Evermore
So faceless form
Unmask thyself
Disarm
With
Your
Descent
For us
The mortal
Masses
Ask nought
With no consent
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Gravity Pulls
Our forms to be
Us
Forciose things
and full of wonder
Coalesced
A singularity
Yet
Light gives sight
To halo Rings
cast black by the unknown.
As
Matter found
in vapor form,
gives lift
To humbled fret
For This
A contract ,
duelly met
Is thee
Unbalanced bet
Thus of this
the arch of spark
The metronomal
Mark
Are
Atoms and matter
Space and time
Those truths of ,Light and dark
With tools so crude
To flame
From spark
Creation cold and stark
From this
Reclusive
Alcamist
A Sentient being
adrift
And
Rue and refuse the piety
To gods
of gastsly note
So
due I hail
Thee
full of spite
Destroyer
Jubilant
Respond to you
Of you
no word
Shepard
Nought of
Herd
Of countless time
With rhythms rhyme
Reiterate
Time spent
Oh creature coward
Faceless you
Our saviors son's decent
Who
gave to me a hand of sand
The
grains,
owned
by
the
******
And woe of he
The ward of space
Gate
keep
Absent
grace
Riddled with
A failing mind
Our Blessed
Heathin *****
For
Surly plans
unknown, unwind
Of what he
Has
In store
This
An empty
Formulaic
Tombe of ancient tune
speaks this code
A wayword
vice
Absent
paradise
In higher planes he finds abode
Neglectful father form
And
finds he
solice
As
He
Demands
Souls
For
Evermore
So faceless form
Unmask thyself
Disarm
With
Your
Descent
For us
The mortal
Masses
Ask nought
With no consent
A work in progress
