The construction of an image

Light rises as winter changes; Circular lifelong in modern ages, Art is rage and skills are legal Above is blue, below be frugal. Oft noise becomes bond whilst silence erupts, When calibre is in virtual, dread adapts. We come to urge and persuade about science No more true acquaintance about life's lines. Man construct an enchanted pot of his eye, Tendrils and wisps he designs, for his soulcry. How cunning is a mind, when it implies what the heart relish, Ultra-fine spiritual fields for harness, and more to accomplish. Certainly there's a space of void, then a twilight, Up and up we flee, then a loss of sight. Skins of slaves, purposeless and to be murdered, Eggs for festivals, chickens we're slaughtered. Neverthemore, Nevertheless the image is morally immortal so as nature sinks to think, death swears to have a portal.