The winds are changing...

The winds are changing… in this oblique negative of a fantasy,
There is clearly, a tangle not a stream.
Consciousness, no easy ending, here we sleep, mesmerized by the need
To conjure up reality: it was hiding in the oceans,
The collected tears of seraphs: how they weep such somber
Honesties…& leave us mortals in the wake of coveting…