Something Permanent

i follow the babble streams of thought with a bottom made of gravel sand and glass melting from the pressure set down a deep abyss with strange creations these libations with a rain sound look into the pond then fall right in sky is the limit even when dim justice just a random act privileges good timing these beverages a fun fact when denial has us hiding a healthy lust for the flesh the hunger always stays a number of us pray a selfie will bless us praise worship on the big screen the signal sometimes strong but only when a wrong has our happy gone if i shall not double life a truth somehow pertinent i shed this lightly coated sentiment to struggle for something permanent