Slumbering Golems

I'm not sure what this is.

Staring at this face blind of color settles the unwinding divine that stops for the rhythm of contemplation's.

Waves collide on exoskeletons of temporary constellations.

 

The starry breathe of frost dangles while dancing.

Evaporating conceptualizing vixens, high heels laughing.

Romeo hotheads on slithering sandcastles.

Slumbering golems on the brush, staying blindly hushed. 

Stampeding construction of the cosmos shaking violently. 

Looming whispers of dead wisdoms rotting in the void.

Literature blank of meaning blinking through the ceiling.

Hours breathing, bitter hardhearted felines coursing with feeling.

But never seeing.