So distorted

System of masses, so distorted they wander away,
               Like mourning of the setting sun beyond a wonderful hay.
Sober tune when echoes beneath the purple road,
            The man bends his knees to fill his material face.
So desperate for the chaos is he in his own chaotic way,            
         The distortion of nature it is he considers a beautiful charade.
Perpetual burning skies hover so magnificently ahead,
                          A momentary walk it is in the arms of the dying day.
Shallow waves of unknown texture defines it all,
           An imagination it is indeed, what the light has to lay.
Induced within is the poison of unknown reality,
           Forming informing a perception, so dumbstruck to say.
Simplifying the mysteries makes a cripple of his mind,
                          Textures may be endless when his conscience is just grey.
Miles apart lays the true nature of creation,
           Searching for old light we are, in the darkness of today.
Painted along the horizons is unfathomable power of nature,
                                  Dissolved in the fire are endless planetary shades.
Sheer glitters encompass the burning dessert,
                 Mighty stream of his own fire is burning the forests away.