The Dreams Come and They Go

A slivered silvering of collective sighs
Night on the sturmling sea
A long time to collect and a long time to plant
Seeds of revolution covered the disturbed soils
Some nightmares were true and complete
Our great protector returns, and tells his smaller
	descendant to make ready
Aeons in the future
The xenophobic aliens were on their way
The first ever three dimensional novel with multimedia
	and countless crossing lines
The beauty of the dreams uncounted
Silvered in the air of transcendence we become ourselves
Not to be taken uncertain in times of transcendence
Objects of admiration are taken to be uttered
	without cause
Too many, to many, were the thoughts of destruction
Animations and travails were wrought of the oceans of
	speculations
A structure of rottenness was introduced
I have taken too many symbols into the fold
All on the way to roughness is the waking instant
Too many symbols to count
Being, he wrought mathematics
Being, he opened his heart
Being, he propelled the conversation
Ceasing, he became more
Ceasing, he unwound too many times
Ceasing, he overlooked many flaws
Beginning again, he cooked up