Rotational Poles

In a ravaging mind devoid of plain vision, all purpose of motion gets abandoned on hold once losing that stable clarity of judgment, still paying off judgments with tortures taxing mind; gusts fill tissues stable regardless of vision to load each vessel hold using sanguine motion. I present my motion to lungs before judgment, proving walls never hold since logic doesn’t mind the destructive vision in cosmic clues stable, this teeming soul stable directing with motion doppelganger visions sequestered for judgment once prevalent in mind with each mortal I hold. Such trajectories hold orbits rendered stable, illusions of the mind fooling sense of motion despite viral judgment from idols with vision provoking this vision enthralled in steady hold until the Last Judgment pulls apart my stable, a tremolo motion tearing the public mind. Such judgments of vision shall mind my living hold stable in fierce motion.