Needless Things: Ancient Blue Prints for a Human Skull

Etched in ash and whispered bone, a map of silence, carved in stone. The architect—some cosmic hand, drew dreams of flesh upon the sand.

Circles mark where thought would burn, spirals twist where souls return. Each fracture lines the sacred code, of minds that broke and hearts that froze.

Beneath the brow—designs of pain, the orbit’s curve, the storm of brain. Blueprints hum in marrowed scrolls, blue fire inked in ancient folds.

Perhaps the gods were engineers, building vessels shaped by tears. They drafted us with fragile art— a cage for breath, a vault for heart.

And when we die, the stars recall, the plans, the bones, the rise and fall. The skull remains—their final mark, a lantern glowing in endless dark. NNN