So here is what I was able to get out of my head:
Ominus cloud,
Stretching out bitterly,
Horizon beaming,
Dust warm wind speculate and positive bright,
We have seen many dents in our armor,
Our holy cell cycle in it,
Of unholy repetition inside the casting,
Maddening spherical,
Today I saw the hawks circling and I thought of you,
Dry warm wind as they ascended and descended smoothly against the deep sky,
Wrath in circles,
Circles, weaving, bobbing anger their wings festooned the blue,
My heart is the prey and the meat for nothingness,
And nothingness is round like the flight of those vultures,
Then I thought of armor like skin,
Like dirty skin protectant for us,
Nothing can penetrate it's wrath,
I fear we shall always be angry clowns.
Not the greatest but felt good to write something.