Digitally Remastered

A philosophy theorized upon an aspect of....

This is not a movie yet could be a dream

Where I am the master of masterless things

Set in a tunic, or set in a cloak or this or that type of dress

Fashion provokes in the eyes of onlookers

Just smitten, I know

Appraise me right now in my radiant glow

Appraise for days and nights

Till I’m gone away up high

But I’d like if I’m wrong

To Hell if I’m right

I was bound to be left

In Heavens disguise I found only death

remastered

Remolded in light like a vest

Etched in the fabrics of night on my breath

I know I’m alive

When time is the test

Testing with bone braking patience

And that’s an asylum for those who can take it

I’ve been unhallowed therefore I am ancient

And I’ve been here, not gone but awakened

Picture me near and beyond all this makeshift

Making me up as if spawned of just fakness

Waking me up when it’s all that I’m wasting

This is a dream so it’s all that I’m making

That was a scene and I call it creating.