Sediment Layers

The silt accents with no regards, it works steady to cover the earth. The only exception way up above, there it scatters where the prisms give birth. Yet down here it only blankets and buries below. When there's no decision, it truly just goes where it goes. My desire is to go with the unknown, where there is just knowledge in bowls. Why do you wish for what's in the water. Down there is the burial of every old ship of slaughter. So this ground we walk is in its own right damned. Walk up on me and you'll be moshed and your face will be slammed.