driftreality
Sep 15th, 2002
Sep 15th, 2002
Mixtical Elixir
In a dim cavern eyes alit,
Upon a faded psychedelic hieroglyphic,
Etching in constant motion,
Spinning smoothly out of control.
Look closer and burnished tulips,
Adorned with soft earth and the faint smell
Of autumn pine needles falling on dried flower petals.
Look closer and ivory Cheshire grins,
Bespeckled with smatterings
Of amber dewdrops embedded in brown sunshine.
Look closer and stoic bark spines,
Immersed in slickly smooth,
Ice pond surfaces melting into glass swans,
With twisting necks like intertwined linear wrecks.
