DreaMerkabah

They were all awed by the ill willed people all around them, They all looked so woebegone and distraught, The disgruntled people had receded from the glint of star shine, Everyone was so maliced that the men and women from above shone no signs of dismay, Most of them start to brood when the bad waves over them, Others numb themselves with a different reality, The reality is covered in a sensation that is so serene, It emits an ardor that speaks to those whose blind, Even to those whom feel like a hearth instead of the fire itself,