The Shape of Shapelessness

The Shapes of Shapelessness...A Future of nothing but yet has everything all intertwined within itself,

A Notion of life full of shapes and colors...theories and dis-accreditation...a simple man need not accept the material of devotions unmatched,

Has no world been left unaltered...sins of all religions and atheism that integrate all history in a passionate revelation,

The worlds all among us...gravitational torrents of anti-formations that march in simple chaos among the many atmospheres that bind us as a whole.

Rain come and fall upon the many suns of the multiple universes admitting defeat within black holes of glory and sanity,

The walls are crumbling...the stage has been set for the last stand...Shapes that will define all aspects of our everyday lives,

Political Shapelessness that creeps among the shadows of the nightfall...a permanent fixture in life's continuing struggles,

Hath no fear nor happy descent felt the sincerity that this brings...a fallen star with no recollection of free thought.

I beg of this world to understand the severity that shapes have brought upon us...the molded fates that concur with our every feeling,

Every emotion that drags along the limitless oceans of the world...crabs and other animals of bottom notion making feasts of our depressions,

The notion of Shapelessness has reset the various aspects of everyday life...freedom can come at last from the hampered attachments therein,

Come through the tunnel of deep supplementation...the journey to a place undecided by the dreaded shape of misguided destiny that surrounds us all.

Life...a decision to make a better inspiration according to standard wills and reconciliations...Shapes have a firm grasp on that as well,

The price one will pay for producing works of worldly views and manipulations...tangent fears of shapelessness and the simple life perseveres,

The Question must be asked as to what and who one would recommend within him/herself that gathers the fruit of knowledge itself,

Fables of representations and fictitious characters of self compilation...remember that the stars align from the birds of fate...A Shaped Shapelessness.