Alleviations of Nature

i found god's fingerprints scattered through your 8 kinds of light. smudged and unclear, still a perfect sight to see when time stands still and your hollow floors carry the weight of all direction, whispering discovery of our spontaneous order and clashing fates two separate worlds, merged into one. you make time seem patient and all darkness rich in hope as to leave burning suns to breed a child of wings, a chance to see, that all's not lost even if sin's unclean. a paradise lost or yet to be found; silent and unbroken it stares through ones night. pierces through chambers, by an abundance of sound; that breaks apart the light yet still all that their unfinished ears can hear, is an eternal design of strife. absence makes it true, until blood rusts the knife!