Inner Dominion

Following daily routines, singly tearing apart all thought, fighting for some sanity amidst all the drought of despondency. What is the feeling of sadness that accompanies wherever I go? How did I come to know it? there never seemed to be a choice, it just appears and continues to flow through my being. Soundproofed insides, have I none? Constant haranguing deep inside, causing recognition of things I do not know of yet. sitting on the wayside, thinking musically of life and it's continual grind. Trumpeting the issuance of needful temperance, abiding by laws of nature, trying desperately to ignore the voice of man. Secure inside of knowledge, brought together in puzzle pictures, pasted haphazardly for short little whiles, too soon, falling apart, broken, scattered, like before. Gleaming from somewhere else, glimmers of life seem to beckon beyond limits of this earthly life, tuning inner labyrinths of peaceful dominion to match the beauty of a secret soul held within. Feeling my soul, it's gentleness, kindness, reluctance for this world, is penetrating all thought, beginning to extrapolate, finding remedies held in check so long, are starting to be known and dealt with. This temporary faintness of being is pivoting lamps of learning unto vast quantities of unending praise forth- coming. Inner praise and glory unfolding slowly from tight-fisted memories, laid out upon tables, unwrapped and put on display.