Grave thoughts.

Mind break, sanity drain, leeched mobbed

my deceased thoughts have been grave robbed

littered limbs show it was an inside job

hollow, hallow, holes of coffins unearthed

to grant vision to the inner most rotted dirt

back stepping behind self, the violation deserved

nightmare awake, cold sweat, omen heard.

                     Deaths been re-birthed.

Un-polished vision.

Flow dust ever go

'pon the streamed airwaves

never misplaced, entwined, eternity sowed

compiled in hills small, mountains stretched tall

fall to nothing,  yet inside you resides it all.

"Dust to dust" said the living dead

"for today I construct tomorrow, thank me instead."

"Yesterday came and went, thank you for seeing it through."

Dusted memories fall

 as time grew.

Different growth.

To vision different lives

a perceptual delight

either side an alternate act, undisguised

in the middle seems to divide

no need to comply

walk on leave behind

no need to decide

leave 'em beside

different paths is evolutionary rite

a subjective journey, no two alike.

Restless.

Crowned escape, celestial ascension

reopened gate, mindful reinvention

infinite fate, alternate dimension.

Beyond mortal attention

lies godly comprehension.