Unisyghtcles...whatever that is...

The distal, whistling, voice has entered
The tone is loud, to which part it centers
weathering storms I prose in winter
for the rhyme of the harp is struck so tender...

A splendid pretender of the lungs remembered
the tap of the keys unlocks the wonder
wandering words I catch amongst the
time of the stars glass reflecting asunder...

I beseech thee to journey with Aries
the trail of the dead seas I bathe in regulary
I bask unsteadily in the summer's melody
in sight of the rising moon glowing east...

Take a look, deep, in the core of this feat
as metaphors weave in and out to the beat
as the drums retreat in the eminent victory
I foresee nonchalant paces reprieved...

I cannot make sense of the trees
I cannot make sense of the seas
I cannot make sense of the ease
I formulate the spoken word into poetry...

There is a gathering of the minds inclined
to speculate upon a battling of the minds
for my cattle reclines to the rattling of time
unsaddling the entity roaming as blind....

I am nature redefined in my sublime confine
as I turn the world upside down in my rhyme
turn it sideways in an explicit design
for this poem is nothing to you..just mine
Unisightcal =)