Structures

structures of our existence rankle like fire spewed by a volcano figurative patterns form by natures way elements of destruction thought beautiful mesmerize in formed flight...pathways labeled “fixed” doesn’t matter where...up close and personal through barriers of sight textual wisdom reminders washed away by the flow of existence slowly and surely making its way stars pinpointed reflect glowing embers sonic blasts never heard by anyone except trees one tree falling, one hand clapping never more to be heard across eternities of the ages.