Necessity Of Irrelevance

yet world sways by sweet breaths glimpse of truth douses in undertone some are sung by our own melody some are yet unsung by the reality, still there are what we don’t sing by sacred will of swearing mists and we do accord implicit of art until blood flows in deep red, breath comes out enlightening soul genesis of newness adheres to world, . that is what our quest eternal onward seemingly resonant being riffled in blue furrows and cliffs of borrowed time seal off unspecified quantum of legacy to posterity for records in history we need to recall those miffed voices haunted breaths somersault in us, do we ever forsake those unknowables? keeping shadow of inevitability betiding by the necessity own reeks of irrelevance.