The Weave Of Ways Poem by Logan Fulk

Time unfolds the weave of ways and what we are to become
The time has come for a temporal phase affecting all but some
An era of aura showing true colors amidst the chaos of the world
A dazzling aurora grasping minds as the weave is further unfurled

The meta-physical mayhem of a nightmare in the stream
The present physical brain stem that most would call a dream
In this raging river of infinite wonder and despair
Comes a tantalizing shiver to tear minds asunder or to repair

So delicately sewn is this pattern of possibility
such intricacy shown in a world of unpredictability
The words of wise and the wisdom of wishful
Such a pleasant surprise to stoke the cold coal

Been down that path, here and there come shadows
Arisen from wrath, given life in the shallows
The depths of greed and the worries of wallowing
And the foolish creed of all who are following

It’s not a perfect world but it’s not quite forsaked
Simply observe the hurled fallacy of those who were shaked
Stirred by the era of aura where true colors paint the world
The dazzling aurora grasping minds as the weave is unfurled