Random being in thoughtful nothingness!

I wish my words can follow my thoughts
and throw a net of immersion to every sentiment
a poem of some delicate float
against my soul in its own predicament
in the midst of life randomness
littering  my senses
drawing with a pencil my abode
while growing thickness
to my heart walls
I relentlessly pierce holes
for love scarce fine art
weary of replicas constant erode