Omen

We turn our heads aloft
We search out patterns
consistencies
When they fail to emerge
we interpret vague notions
vacuous mantric cries!
upon the curvature of meteor trails
we construct ideology, deluded cartography
to embellish hollow lives
blossoming ribbons, aurora glow
the gossamer shafts through broken cloud
eyes of jealous gods watch eternal
finite digression warrant enduring pain
the sun will reach its zenith
ushering sacrifice
warranting blood shed
how wrong we are
to see such malice
in natures graceful
unthinking utterance