Speckled spectacled angel fishes
Levitating faery leprechauns in red
Gelatin holograms of flavored plum essences
Flying with black plasma birds of micro galaxies
Hovering drops of rainbow rains and
Brightly colored moth kites, alive, or (insert preferred phantasies).
Digitized realities translated into ecstatic computations of abnormalities
Sensitized to altered states of euphoric subsistencies;
Grander designs in glorious novelties of ease filled tranquilities
Whisked away by risks
Transmogrified into deleted codes of ethereal beauties
Within vortices of lifetime’s misnumbered clocks.
Emptied pockets of meager profferings
Belittled brittle esteems,
Prescribed to bottled up fantasies,
Pawned off, traded inside passivities
For close proximities within frozen
Ticking tocks; a side effect: enacted slurred idiocies.
Dawdling over ilks of spilt shattered vials,
Liquefied greys sprayed across sacred grounds,
“How blasphemous! Despairingly erroneous!”, they’d exclaim,
Desecrating exhilaratingly breathtaking scenes
By way of pointing at foolishly held paganistic dreams;
Believed, albeit briefly.
Those posthumous moments of difficulties.