As Quoted Before

Placements of these words somehow became realized once my darkened, multi-toned waters filled out the very spaces in-between punctuated sentences...
That was when this body had finally took a breath of its own; therefore called it a memory


Struggling just trying to perform a precedence of self, it was the words (now paralyzed) from functionality that regained composure, then somehow in the same exact replica of mannerism, pillowed forth another etched saturation-- no, distilment amongst other granite stylized art


Was this to be the only recognizable question?


Granted, that by now every formulated phrase has been paraphrased within wordings and tidings of confirmation, this mind still searched outside to become another hue of color; and therefore finally fall with grace upon the waters below.