Clued Into oneself

An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds , scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant, who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum, skirt recklessly around bogus symbols, peer behind the squalid limp sodden hedge, mock myopic moribund mist upon boundary busting dawn chimera, sneer at synthetic spectrum elastic in its irritating tidal wave surfeit, cerulean fabric‘s milky way escape plot, in a perilous quest for that eternal tape loop mantra, the synaptic heart of that vainglorious horizon, self-knowledge under charcoal moon and silver cloud veneer, or feral waste rapid fire contagion, the indecisive day glow dither on the margins , of fly weight feeble frantic dash, that velvet shadow treason daubed pettifog, known as tangential wanton cobweb fester creed, the mind a bloated ripple vortex numbing in its scope, golden mirage but faux fur real concoction, against the banal backdrop of complex-ridden superficial eddy, from floral garland poseur stricken en train, some vox pop indignation mere shrinking violet showcase waver, the gleam-hued truth has this dastardly demonic derailment, that I brush aside as spiteful oxalic sting repost, that deceptive mint green forest of chameleon cant, sly nuanced molten maple syrup hint, from out of kilter tree pierce otherworld, unseen yet bliss-edged virtual garden of firm conviction, not just from isolated enigmatic individual script, such as torrid turbulence or mindless scattered rim shot, when conventions can be altered in exotic prose, human zeitgeist has this far too often penchant, for silkworm rapt effervescent double speak, whilst plain unvarnished uplifting utterance, resides within the deep crystal spring well, of us torch aloft emerald earthling sages, please augment the rock buttress stark phrase, whose bluntness is a carrier pigeon of candor, devoid of muted gray cloud blind waffle, aromatic sprig to giant spasm of bold pluck, quandary of human race at hearth, frightened cliques, hidebound yes men who yen, to swim the azure gulf of august freedom, to the Eden where lucid tongues herald pristine witness. where values at the centre of our being should blossom