Cloths woven into intermingled shapes of patterns
Covers the large masses of matter.
Lights peak through micro scaled lattice
While darkness fills its lifeless lines of stratus.
A scheme of colours compose its nature,
And its cotton candied flow of convicted adventures.
Blue is the colour of its bare top in my mid day dream,
While the instincts of reflection create its bare feet of scattered conflicted histories.
An unkown presence of divine experiences broken into wars of precedence,
Infestation of ant marching followers distribute their loathed experiences,
And bid for their right to live in dark holes of hollow shielded depths.
A prayer to the unwanted behaviour of obscure notions,
And the belief of creating divinity within the souls of viscous potions.
Who is that yonder, lurking amongst the shielded gates of golden delight?
Tis the symbols of silhouetted dreams installing my fright.