Earnestly infrequent. Characteristically unfervent, tested and instructed in the hands of time and reason. Sharpened by host, the Holy Kind, in tandem with the likes of men’s throughout age. Personified by crimes against wisdom sans chance in the pursuit of a romantically disestablished comprehension of the wheels that move the bus forward. What pliancy offered to resistance existent is feathered and protected by powers asunder crawling out from under the chassis to see the mechanisms as whole.
Where to said focus to cumulene? How dragged and dogged the evidences persistently used to clarify the unreal or uncanny grasp upon a reality you’ve neither defined nor dispelled? From whence and hence does ancestry contribute to the tunnel we’ve born beneath the fabric and controls of ticking clocks and time bombs. Traps lain for the inoculated footsteps of man thinking himself impervious to the ravishes of design’s program. Marching into never land with a glimpse of immortality dissolving before it may ever be found. And crowned nightmare in the duplicity of our own minds and the predilection to accept reason over rhyme, marmalade over honey and fashion over substance.
Trees adorned with knowledge as if databanks written in the rings of Ash, and Oak and Hickory. What made us so pliable by the wings of folly’s promise? Armed with cavalcade and white wash the outside shall always present the calm that exists not within but the pious focus of optics and clarification. What manner of man stands for things in which belief is neither found nor encoded? These are the things that make up gravity, that force bosons or electric pulses in one direction as opposed to the Z plane into which they may be frozen for eternity. Where is this place that man may find peace resounding? Only in the design of the Designer where mercy abounds for the wicked and the nice. Twice dodged does not infinity become.
How becoming has this path ensued. Formed in reservation and joy’s remorse, plotted by feet inclined to find harmony not discord and the unity of all things. What power drives the rivers beneath surface as they flow to seas untold? What mannerisms gird a man to the defense of the wall encircling the infirm as they themselves the reason for existence and the cause of power. How shall faith be formed if not found within internal chemistry? Hope is never happened upon but sought, never reluctant to help one see beyond calamity, never relied upon in doubt, but belief. Why then is this merciful component the essential element to survival? If dedication to survival of fittest than those Supreme Race Beings ought forever prevail. There is no reason for weakness of secondary forms, yet they do in fact reside with the potency of hope and faith, lacking doubt to defeat the cause of science and continue without explanation.
awrkhakhaya 