As fluid as gold encumbered with shapes and features to circumscribe in symmetry,
as shattered in release to piece together points of an error moulded into an image,

thoughts of a plight described in ways away from yesterday’s bright decline,
beneath the weight of a golden glass shrine ever swaying to its poise sublime,

what emptiness it is given to explore and create as the exception overruled by,
another aberration, another simplistic cluster to understand something vexing,

although built to an eventuality easily ignored by the void that derives linear change,
the inescapable theme to being alive rests in a deaths cold courteous embrace,

access in scripts of flawless acquisitions as fate centrifuged in synaptic cycles,
since before the support titred down to withstand immeasurable force to convey,

the parts or its sum of existence despite any progress or portrayal predestined,
exacting its presence among the prose and hidden poignant notes of dilection,

a never ending conclusion is an apt definition