yet world sways by sweet breaths br glimpse of truth douses in undertone br some are sung by our own melody br some are yet unsung by the reality, br br still there are what we don’t sing br by sacred will of swearing mists br and we do accord implicit of art br until blood flows in deep red, br br breath comes out enlightening soul br genesis of newness adheres to world, . br that is what our quest eternal onward br seemingly resonant being riffled in blue br br furrows and cliffs of borrowed time br seal off unspecified quantum of legacy br to posterity for records in history br we need to recall those miffed voices br br haunted breaths somersault in us, br do we ever forsake those unknowables? br keeping shadow of inevitability betiding br by the necessity own reeks of irrelevance.