Esoteric Endings.

Esoteric endings,

As i fall deep into this purple polished placid puddle

A hand pulls me in,

With a whiff,clearing off the rubble

Bracing and popping the brazenly bonkers boisterous bubble

Wiping the dust of my head,

Taking off his haphazardly hallucinogenic high hat he seemingly smiled,surely so slyly said :

“Keep your eyes wide open while you dream lively kiddo,

Don’t let this pass you by,

As all others surely do and probably definitely, so might you”

As i stumbly stand,he vanishes into thick air,

Although nothing to stay for,to be frankly fair.

As the haze clears and the rampant realization adrifts asunder

Accompanied by the woefully wry wonder

The skies seem green as an apple,except the sight of thunder

As comforting, as flickering radio static,

Making me attentively careless and thus calmly frantic.

And for a second giving way to the noise of a bloody blue moon.

Which nearly none of everyone else seem to miss,

And thus positively dismiss.

Also if i tend to shout,

The sound seems lost in the yellow clouds,

The thoughts though, seem to scream all about.

As i constantly look at my watch but barely notice the time

While winds crash with the intensity of a pantomime

Suffering from tunnel vision in this opaque open field of division,

Is there a task as such or a mission??

Looking left while reaching right,

As each phrase seems to project,

A poignantly put phase.

Humdrum humming, trying to match the correct pace.

Walking seems too fast and aghast

And running too slow for the flow

If there actually is a show, or none for that matter,

Also,no sign of the mad hatter,

And haven’t seen a soul since,

As the expression turns to a wince,

Happy? Maybe…but who to convince?

One thing to, i negatively admit

Something is surely amiss,isn’t it?

Who wins, if there’s none,

Deciding to stay still to make a getaway or run to stay behind.

Reaching the corner of this sphere,

A map couldn’t guide me, albeit anywhere.

As greater i reckon,whilst staring down at the sky

Confident? Surely….but definitely shy,

Somewhere some singularity stone suddenly shatters,

When a willing whisper wishes… “Hi”.

Serendipitously slow,some stories seemingly start.