Furthest Reaches

Past the furthest reaches of the Mad Hatter's soul A turtle wins a race on the slowest of a roll There are dusty emotions compiled in an unorganized stack Next to a wallflower that is blooming in the pitch black Thoughts swirl that I do not wish to share Wordless eyes give meaning to a blank stare A formulation's absorption is in the process of assimilation Aspects are broke down on the road that I've taken I store horrible things that I should have let go “I told you so” resonates in a tired echo There are letters unopened from a man twice bitten That contain beautiful paper with words yet written A song bird sings a jaded tune dubbed mercy Glasses of water do not get poured for the thirsty In a society so full of the empty headed My words sink in akin to a tick embedded There is nothing left to do except to pay the toll When found in the furthest reaches of the Mad Hatter's soul 9/12/16