Gloom Nay, Aye? Poem by David N. Munene

Of faces transforming into phases
Riding inside faces of vases in unknown places
A race against a pace the place cannot keep up with
Is the life that the living known and unknown breathe
Hidden beaneath and underneath is beauty
Wisdom in the dome lets out the thought of being fruity
Is the sun out only to rise and set?
Maybe it is for the new flower to bloom denying the upset,
any chance that may chance bloom to change to gloom
A life full of bloom is without gloom in any room