Clutter Verse

Too tame are the songs to my ears So i concoct the lines i want to hear I have put the story of a world in a song A world untouched and devoid of the mundane Infusing in it, the inferno of trial and error I pretend that our tale is an intricately woven plot connecting with the '' white dot pearlescent stars" a magical crescendo of emotional turmoil And overwhelming fits of joy. A tale written in a maze inside yet another maze. running inside these paths, cutting through the thin lines that separate the dimensions of the flesh from the light. linking me to the eternal void of these surroundings as i project the contents of my mind into celestial orbit, A state of unison with a higher consciousness. Thoughts adrift, drunk with the patterns in the minute details Orchestrating the abstract excerpts that i myself cannot fathom. Just regurgitated nonsense A consequence, of disjointed ideas and extravagant ambition as i become my own harshest critic.