Soul Idolatry

Dark interjection of spinning for nothing.  Particle wavelength webs exit light.  Spiraling down to the plane of earth, deposited resolution.  Matter cycles, spanning land and elements.  Mineral ether haunts physical assumption.  The vector out triangulates within a dense point.  Worshipping celestial bodies warps wishes forecasted.  Eventually, deception falls, like the sky.  Literal inclination aligns with what's predicted to come.  Telling climate of signficant horror unto accreditation.  Psychic beliefs assured, like watching a hurricane grow.  Evaporation lifts spirits affected by praying to the univese.  The moonspell shadows cast doubt of foundation.  Storm clouds form to hide the sun.  Horizons weigh unto a sinking disillusion.  All around, the gravity of the situation envelops.  The consuming depression gathers.  Bringing imbalance hoped for, beyond the bend, aesthetical change.  Momentous, flashing strobes of sudden lightning strikes anxious nerves.  Thunderous vacuum collides temperate pressure.  Clashing distance encloses, like asphyxiation, and a sudden jolt.  Underneath the pulls in motion, precipitation could wash one away in the flood.  What lies ahead is an intense whirlwind of chaos.  A torrent, due.  Shallow breathing peaks atop the weather; constriction flows in and out of atmospheres.  The heart races it's course like a pivoting tornado.  At most fears, calm is anticipated in the eye, like destructive fury.  Uncertain moments, racing toward calamity.  The before, the after, and in between.  To endure natural disaster, proclivity to survive is scary.  Sweeping dust away in a fascinating event, with a witch broom, is such symbolism.  The transitioning angle of humility, once humbled from heights on high.  Loss of home, as it's demolished.  Abandon everything ever known to trek to safety.  What was built is hewn down, hard.  Imagination and hand unravel the meandering of death.  Soul idolatry.  Every work, in vain.  Reading palms, or seeing Psalms?  To journey, without dragging the rocks behind.  Stay in Egypt, or call upon Yahweh for Passover?