Gravelled seditionist

Symmetry of wonder,
Without blunting genetic industries.
Praises of vessels going in the clouds of suspense are stained with perdition.
Belief in the mirrors shows a clear horizon of a pure thought,
Calming down the din of anarchy in our strange plaits.
The jagged edges and sandpapers gashed our fingers long ago,
Just like our DNA was complexed with the nuclear extract,
We're complexed as well in another context.
And over that injured fingers we're coming back to reality,
Having our rasping mitts and becoming a seditionists.

Author's Note

Thanks. :)

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is astonishing writing! Brilliant, in fact...I really enjoyed reading, great flow and superb vocabulary! xo

[R.A. Youngblood]

Thank you! :D