In Perfect, Defining Measure

Blank.  Wordless.  Endless.  Beginning...  an abstract condition from undercurrents now becoming violent.  Dissonant energies rise.  Amplitude.  Trembling and syncopated.  Original, deafening loss.  Answers unidentifiable.  Translations uncertain.  Made incumbent by anticipating algorithms.

Then, dissonance resounding, but now...  cautiously resolving.  Promises of the clean and distinct.  Pardon acknowledged, received.  Troubles parted since, mystified with intense gratitude.  In the fullness of matters, the future appears radiant. 

And so, as these seasons pass onward, light bends profound thoughts.  Fateful order becomes in every word, every thought, and every action.  Times cease to play as a variable.  Circles drawn in perfect, defining measure.

But the dark conversations carry on, somehow.  Tangents from all walks of life, draw lines of reason in the sand, away from some allegedly foretold break of genius.  Alas, developments rescinded around the infinite way, until at length they fall back to inconclusive conjectures.

And yet, the ever, unrelenting hope ?
Clarified, cognitive free-form...  unbound.