Horns of His Unicorns

Taken aback unto the Book of Mark chapter thirteen, this waning Summer's breezeful night... It seems to have become a recurring scene for me ? Being led, to these same theme's verses Albeit a bit more profound somewhat today; having my Spirit stirred earlier amid foreboding; perhaps Eyes opened wide and most definitely in tune picking up vibes an omen; Jeremiah, His yoke be doom ? Reading once more Heaven's Messiah; Son of the living and only true, "GOD." Two thousand Years beyound these words prophetic a microscope so fitting as clear ? The times are ripe.. Her fig tree bends; love ? Somber this heart but yes mere man; vague inside, their smoke-filled glass.