Stir

As though mixing the caffeine of deep desires and wishes With the crystal water cognizance to make gold-brown niches Where-from, yearnings, like fogs of fine frankincense, resurrect Bedecked with the sweet-bitter-blend, filtered conscience effect Settings get upset; there's an idle-ordeal order. Foundations, once set, turn reflections on a broken mirror. Kingdoms and empires are brought to below-ground level dust. When stirs turn earthquakes, born out of rebellions of mistrust Time's tumult; seasonal surge; waves of the ocean weather Stir has set its soul within each fragile flying feather. The friction set by the spiritual stir, like a sage Goes on discovering and finding wisdom's newer page