Listening To Judgement Poem by Naveed Akram

Listening to sums of money created me,
It caused the untimely movement of centuries,
Transparent thoughts collect in my soul,
As the breathing of wise men created me
After the tales of a hundred acrobats
In the belly.
The moves chilled, the acts dissolved,
Carrying a sack of voices forming a tone,
Telling was a dream I deemed to accept me,
But the judgement of a triangle had appeared.
Hearing was a majesty of the perils,
Money lent a hand in the controversy,
For the breathing of a madness came in.