As perfection redefines the graffiti like personal space in thought, this mirror inside aching for a picturesque reflection ,looks back at reality with estranged eyes , not knowing what’s lost in the ignorance of a thousand lines , found in decay of unknowns it left behind as the voids of hunger and hierarchy between the last superior thought and the next .,
& where the sun will rise again to put all past efforts in order, it only fade’s comprehension into the other side of persistence , where predictions do not push forward along ever flowing sand’s of inspiration in the present tense .