Down at Dawn.
Does reality have to come down at dawn, every day millions in an hour of blankness and fear of the sound outside, that is but ceaseless to your ears. But you sit in fear your world is of silence and ruthless are the people now in hordes, controlled by sound waves and pick ups, a dog barks alone in the distance, a screaming child remains alone, screaming but know one, knows, where for it is. Like you, alone in need of reassurance. For this day and forever we are all alone. Ruled by the zombies of upper echelons of the manifested elite. In your ears and all and everywhere god remains in a revised book, but the dust has settled once more waiting for a hand in new revelations route.
Everything Pyramid.
Everything a pyramid, a cascade over time. Trickling slowly to the margins of earth. imparting of their energy fields in creation, preservation and over land, migration. Since great out breathing brought forth change in evolution’s range and type, relentless ceaseless. Never to be ending the unstoppable on a phenomenal journey.