Extraordinaire perception leads to delusion,
Distortion on into dimension, a disconnect,
It is a sad reality to see too much, impressionistic,
Foraying through the details, lost in the shuffle,
Day in and day out expecting too much, forces of nature,
Clouds hovering, shadows beneath, sun rising and setting, moon reflecting,
Impediment immodest, perceiving in order to achieve,
To be someone, an identity, a task to succeed,
It hurts to accept the simple, impossible deed,
I hurt and I need,
The unromantic uncongested by imagination,
Not roaming the hills, valleys, plateaus, and peaks,
Of one’s mind, cleverness upon millenniums,
Requiem lost in the wind, unheard, shouted down by cluttered noise,
Years, so many dark and descriptive, defining by post-industrial man,
It’s hard to be upon the shoulders of giants, pop culture screams a killing joke,
Immediate past formation, a Bowie knife stabbed by a beetle riding a rolling stone listening to Dylan,
Brutal within the violence while serving iron and wine, relating forsaken thought and vision,
Identifying the worst of one’s self in others, amorous projection, classics emitting,
Lassitude too feel so much, unique in rationalization, moments of clarity, the harm done in glory,
Unknown complications and the subconscious, individual stories and sad eyes staring,
On the eve too long behind the blinds, through time it’s harder to be one’s self, blocking the obvious,
Tattoos, piercings, the grotesque, the extreme, pointing outward, inward smattered by vomit, revelation soiled,
Beauty reposed, beauty is dead, manifestation marauding inhuman, all are effected, all unwelcomed,
Easy to recline into morbid majesty and mistakes, wanting too much, seeing only the urban, missing the rural refrain,
Magnificence professed through excess, cultural decline, a dumbing down into damnation,
Too much, too much, too much, innocence lost in the blink of an eye, eternity never missing a beat.