Omen - Momentum

We turn our heads aloft

We search out patterns

consistencies

When they fail to emerge

we interpret vague notions

vacuous mantric cries!

upon the curvature of meteor trails

we construct ideology, deluded cartography

to embellish hollow lives

blossoming ribbons, aurora glow

the gossamer shafts through broken cloud

eyes of jealous gods watch eternal

finite digression warrant enduring pain

the sun will reach its zenith

ushering sacrifice

warranting blood shed

how wrong we are

to see such malice

in natures graceful

unthinking utterance