Proza

The billowing clouds of brown stained blackness froths at the throat of people’s greed and need to scour into the bowels of eons making for purposes unresolved to truly knowing beyond that of existence itself seeded by energies unknown for reason of limited want to understand the unwritten though perceptible among those want and chosen to be knowing to the recognition of this enterprise of existence that is marching blindly into the grasps of darkness’ unfathomable event even to the intellect of the greatest minds misunderstanding.