as I inhale the purple mist of a daydream
bound to the dungeons of an intoxicated imagination
crystallizations of episodic memories materializing as concrete
dragging my frail frame into Nightmare's lair
every silver lining has turned into pale grey
fading into the monochromes of the rainbow
gone by the winds as hope vaporizes into thin air
home to the lost & broken soul-strings
intertwined with the delicate fabric of hiraeth
just awakened from the nest of my nightmares
kaleidoscopic juxtaposition of angular scenes replaying
like a broken glitching playlist unrolling
mystifying into an unbreakable spell placing me in a glare
nowhere to find the spare keys to unlatch the hidden doors
opening to the melodies of the unknown void
paralleling to the dimensionalities of suppositions and possibilities
quintessential waves racing to the invisible shoreline
resonating droplets permeating through the blue deep
silencing the turbulences
transcending the breadths and depths
unveiling the inconceivable and the imperceptible
verse and visions that shall orchestrate the
wonders and wistfulness of the
xenial calls of the one verse that binds us all in
youthfulness and
zeal
