A Reason’s Design

There’s really no reflection on the the future that doesn’t relive the past… and like a diamond freight train something tells me about my foreground here. Then I try to think back, I like it like that… magic goodness, I’m a da Vinci..! Everywhere I come from, everywhere I go. Time is just another mystery contained in age. I was emerging from beauty waking all that ever was. Inside channel sequencing, outside Mayan versing. I had an epiphany to conquer. That didn’t have to fall down in mid-air for me to realize that. A magic number or reflection..? Imagined? Asked? I asked as well. What dared the dreamer to the prophet to effect the pack? What urged? Guidance, willpower, strength? Thoughts and words contain power of an extraordinary kind. For in the blind collapses of my mind, spill information and it’s a new sky. See eventually I turn to pebble, though I’ll never cease to leave a sum disheveled. This wormhole speaks through keys, innately turned so in fathom we learn. Did I just take my first breath, did I just cleanse? I had a dream those and herbs were there, primary existing beneath a surface reality. You don’t know what you and me do… we provide first fruits in our essence we merge it through. This is no row time team, this is epic share-time team. The first rest set of achievement is quarrel stew. To find certainty look away. Time doesn’t lie if you weren’t doing anything wrong.