Living In a Glass House

Meme-Shatter The volume of a certain something does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation or its brevity by relation Once you strike a chord, It's moment of breath Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success is evident in the lack of evidence Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence You're an ancient old trick but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head But in my seductive grin I am too an old trick But I stand closest to the cauldron Stirring green the ocean To make way for that final moment When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice; The waves come crashing to the coasts Coming for my broken souls With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows Taking off into tomorrow With a calmed, relieved breath Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape Now, in compassionate presence Because after all, Can't have nothing without 'how' How: being everything that has ever been conceived of. So, what have You left out? You've become ignorant of your own shining features Forgotten feathers from a bow Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself... And now, its time for show Up close and personal Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow Opened-close a shut case Without remorse or concern or thirst, Because all this, will soon be Unearthed