CoRd…

 

In the eternal Chase

Of my lonesome indulgence

Amid colored balls

And suspend delight

Void of shrill silence

Brace cubist sensitivity!

Walls bulge and contort

Into bulbous gaseousness

And they twist and distort

Into nebulous apparitions!

A drizzle spray surrounds me

Forming a celestial net

I am bloated out

Beside my elegiac self

And meandering about

I embark from this limbo

Staring at my ghostly self

Tied to a celestial cord!

I am ushered into one

Bizarre cosmic veracity

Of reality and illusion

That berserk harmony

Of hysteria and remote time

In Aphonic Cadence!

My juncture divine

I am more of a spirit

And less of a creature!

I am made to see

The orchestrate connotation

Of phantoms on pyre!

And swelling clouds

Shrouding ancient tombs

With ancient inscriptions!

 

I read them with startling clarity

I know not how? But upon my

Care to touch. The stone turns

A corner revealing another piece!

The entire gamut of stones

Shortly wheeled about in multi-spins!

Defying Time, in a jittery snap

I find I am beside myself!

My transient recollection ebb

While I bloat back into my elegiac self!