incivility of my incredibility has found fertility within the threshold-
the insurmountability of this premise filtered through as a sillhoutte-
found survival and counted revival and realize hinderance left cold-
sentiments of a vagueness in this restless empty reminiscence, whet-
signs in the sky captured by this two-sided dome it's sight foretold-

caught among the stars at night and the fireflies dancing gaseous net-
blinding white plight shone through the masses sent to keep it nulled-
spent the life's bent across the dash of the earth's broken seamed fret-

Time's enslaved by the images kept along as to keep the past encased-
crime's commited and signs fending away, as our ancestors are erased-



















It's about the degradation of society, values, virtues, common sense, and the illusion of justification and purpose. Get rich quick and self-improvement are evils, but evils that serve purpose. Because we all are but a grain of sand on a beach, each setting against each other in different ways as we are cut unique.

Random fact: Did you know there are no degrees of uniqueness.
It is either unique or it is not.