Disclosure of Dissimulation

I opened to the amiable air,  
And the breath started speaking;  
What have I listened to in ways of influence?    
Someone speaking out against its own severity  
 
Gravity exists only by way of magnitude.  
 
Shown by way of mass ― certainly Helium is unversed  
Exceedingly proportional to the square of the ceiling.    
Ye of targeted fallen arrows, and miniature enormousness  
 
Where have I been?  I opened a breath and it began again  
 
Speaking in merciless fear that comes alive  
As they dance the pages of blinding white  
Witlessness in an ironic literary sense  
The Steward’s underlings, undeniably dead and dying.  
 
Challenged with toil and sweat with begets,  
Versions and clarifications built on spinning spines  
And triggers with the usual dread and regret  
 
Walking to the landing field of fortitude and torture  
With flying aces at the helm with opulence.    
It sees nothing of itself; self-absorbed in blindness,  
Irony that begets cautionless o'er and again  
Occupying the uninhibited fire at the end of an end  
 
When a time begins.    
 
The night was out, it was completely dark, and then  
I gazed up into the most peaceful of earths secluded homes; pitch black.  
I look straight up. It is the feeble starlight of darkness  
With the most intrinsic dance of trigonometry  
Twinkling as if it were chanting a breathing dream,  
As if constant motion were still unsettled,  
It might even be a good guess, that perhaps in fact it was so,  
 
Soever quiet neat and tidy  
 
An apex larger than a billion suns burns brightly  
 
One point of light that made it grow;  
Silvery bright and shiny with a  magnitude of its own  
Completely alive as if were dancing the midnight air.  
I went inside and read the story to the end,  
 
It opened to an amiable air, again.  
And the breath started speaking  
By way of magnitude as if it were my only friend.