Morning Dawn's Conception

Useless desolation only mocks implications the early morning dawn's conception. Formed luscious curves and figures, watching how quintessential nature lies. Skies filled with dewdrops of angel tears, hanging onto their salvation in fear. Pent up tension borders this descent pre-exist dawn in hollow borders round. lingers in the picture it surrounds. Confessional crescendo echoes in the silence here I can find identity. Envelopment calls in senses tense and invitation that entices. King of fisherman’s nets full and his belly pregnant waiting the fall and rise of harvest My asylum a questionable sanctuary, I watch the morning dawn and prepare for a long death.