Tumbling deeper still through banished tides and savage, undulating crests, Burgeoning with hopes and yearnings erupting from my heaving chest
For uncovering placid voids to place my dreaming feats at ease-
Some strange, subterranean holding cell or mythical repository
To escape this disillusion-inducing interlude deemed sleep
And in turn, transcend form and distance in the fleeting deep:
The heart of all abstraction, the central source of rippling waves
Only to return to waking world anew, with neural-currents paved
In networked, clustered stratums bound by blooming mental circuits
As chugging chords of heavy trance clutch my ears like gripping tourniquets.
A jelly pool ensues- Pandora's box-like mayhem- crushing, fraying tones
And spectral glow, swelling far, far beyond the barriers of reason
Imbibing seismic overtones like gluttoned thieves in pulpits of treason
And then, brewing pangs of enigma snarl and wheeze- a purple cloud
Which plummets through its very sheathe- secrecy and riddles bound
A visage, much more horridly imagined than his predecessor
Renders him my night-time reality captor and possessor
Whose dirging tones dictate my threshold sanity
And whose horrid eyes untimely seeds of decay
Embodies man, cloaked and haggard with age,
And makeshift orb, denotes him timeless sage
Or hooded crone, feeble from the years' morph
Suddenly translucent, with sinister aspect
Drenched in riddles, clutching wrist-bound gauntlet
Sizzles forth sparks, his aura drenched in shade
In his clutches, a tome bound in black suede
Mystic-natured, speaking in static blips
Capsized by time, an otherworldy glimpse.
