Mental

Summoned to labor from Genesis to last verse in the book of Revelations.. Adapting in and out of prophecy like frost on a Bourbon Rose petal...drifting nigh to our peerless intentions ..every minute matters.. Sifting through our thoughts from one end to the other...   depression is today's forcast or an alleged hallucination. Perserving yesterday sins in an old Mason Jar... constant reminders ... Yet a brisk of renewed energy for an imposed mind is a new admission that perhaps breathes life into a vivid existence ....or transpire into a vapor of zero visibility.