Provoked into being the thought

A thought crossed my mind!
A thought?
That flashed;
into a sense of what I discovered.
My total and undivided attention to look, again.
To reveal that urgency:
of a greater good.
I uncovered the nature of my very own,
an existence that emancipated everything -
and everybody listened as though the earth orbited
into a rose garden. . .
I lead myself into the rose garden.
I think to begin of my discreet channels,
turn while prayed upon.
I created a politician of myself,
by a nose.
These boundaries of which I fight not to find.