Outdated modes of thinking/being. Superiority/inferiority complexes of such laughable grandiosity. I see through olden eyes upon a race so young in its thoughtform cradle.
From worship to worship of form, word, ebb and flow. Tantalizing ways of fantasizing days. Real upon these shores the poets ignored. Seemingly lost through time, an agent provocateur evaporating in mindless philosophical notions that hold no bearing.
Light transfixed darkest hours playing in the limelight. The old that is christened new is upon this plane. Never faltering only turning, spinning, spiralling into convex apparitions dismayed by undivided conflagrations.
Sensical vanishing and thoughtform wording establishing a hold, a lock into lateral prepondering. Wheels and motion gravitating this verse in unicreation.
