In occasional disorientations, hypnotic Hypnagogia
Mutants of dimensionally disconnected time frames
Oscillate in sheer fabrics adorned with octagonal beads
Of silver ores and crystal shards encasing plasma, made for
Raves inside stunning evidences in this prudent reality.
Listen, to the wanton sound of their trembling truths.
Hear the horns of heralded valor in epidemic proportions
Within befuddled songs of angelic ideations, satiating
Thirsts of longings in acquittals inside these time lapses.
They hide in groups, flitting,
In a muster of leaved canopies.
Withering, charts maroon forests;
Droves of these feathered things,
Unapologetically taking sharts
On scores of unimpressed victims,
Streams run dry as scales
Scintillate by dawn.
Reflected retorts; appealed,
Marked by depraved gas.
A three eyed
Scours the dimensional plane
With glowing holographic irises
Of yellow orange hues
Of icy ultramarines.
Our three eyed
Who’d been born
From royal decent,
Had been granted
Through trials and tribulations
In warzones where it gained vision
Into stolid events of unfolding futures.
Now it stands
In its embossed skins
Formed from habitually molting,
Made to be constantly ready
In a battle mode stance.
Spiked studs, sharpened
Into slicing razor edges,
Amongst the finest
Tones of silvers
In the darkest
Of iron and
They shine brilliantly
Lusters, while our warrior
Madly shrills and stomps
Its monstrous feet
In undulating sycophant beats
In rushes of hilarity
Its mighty sweeping rapier
With superhuman celerity
In mesmerizing zipping prowesses.
Ascending in steady surges
In the throes
Located atop a cliff
Riddled with poisoned nets
Hidden under covered ditches
Where discussions of covertly
Held operations were made
For clandestine approaches
Of motivations in hideous discoveries.
We plunge into an overwhelming sea;
Lungs filling up in pain filled gasping pleas;
Listlessly sinking in unforeseeable sequences;
Choleric monsoon’s exonerated in these artifices.
Numbing depths of aggrieving soul fragments of
Lambent nights consumed by certainties in
The visually perceived.
She smoothes down her shirt,
Hands clenched on tattered
Threads begging for alms in
The middle of the expressway
Where blurs of motor vehicles
Pass by in celerity, as imminent
Gossamer webs of sordidity
From forsaken reticences within
Contorted visions by liaisons
Whimsically snapped threads in volition.
Denouements acting as reminders of
Glitches in this system.
Blasts of toiling winds from a guru
Jostles the void with bravado
Knocking reminders of knavish
Ascensions, betwixt an exposé;
Nodules filled with puss, decease,
Haggardly deflate while gnawing
At miles dissipated with a scrunch.