Ivory Spirals Poem by Autumn Winds

Ivory spirals seem to cascade
Silent noise slowly consuming
Where the air cannot attain
Blanketed in cloying darkness
An ephemrea in every way imaginable
Novice wiseness considered anomalies
Consciousness evolves and adapts
Angst and naïveté obscure pure thought
For there are those who have yet to face true challenge
Torpidness devours those in impotent states
Emotions swirl for naught
Contingent upon a supply of that which has disspersed
Adapting to that which shrouded possibility
Shrewd constricting nothingness
Permeated in calming placidness
Hazy lethargecy sets in where sane thoughts dissapear
Light dims where it should have shined
Encumbered to find Truth
But in the end recovering only slivers
Of a monarchy that ruled all
Untraceable patterns weave
Enduring abominable waits
Tedious adventures cause fatigue
Dependent upon the sky for rain
Waiting for death to take all
Dried tears of those who fell
Ungulate in radiant clearness
Blank rooms contains that akin to oblivion
Eventually possibilities congrate
Forming symbols in stone