A Verse Of Creation

Pieces of unjust thinking lie waiting on floors of tomorrow's horizon, knowing that the end is nigh as they wantonly search for their places in passions of the heart. Broken, cracked, creased, no longer fitting in where once they used to belong. Clouding skies of a mind are continually causing tears to come and hide in corners of my eyes. Always glistening, taking notice of everything that comes to pass, watching for the important creations that are being made from the nothingness of an interior life. Manufacturing the best of designs and allowing them to come about in the latent accounts of another time, certain vantage points appearing and taking over the roots of entire aspects of language. Brilliantly seeking the answers in coded words of music, leading into arrogant rhythms, pulling my mind along with them. Nothing in the way of gathering information to show another day in a verse of creation.