Peregrine and Terrapin

Time flies like a fiery peregrine infinity takes its bronze sweetened time seeing all with the opaque eye of the terrapin. Time is a tambourine -it has little mercy it'll wake you from you sweetened sleep. Infinity is the fluted buddha of compassion the shaman of other worldly things. In between lies a wizard placing souls in crystal ball and shaking nightmares from their dreams. The well intentioned walk the earth searching for the key to unlock the treasure chest to life's grand mystery. Some take the Ayahuasca path into other realms to forever mince the ego within its iron shell. One trip brings a crystal forest of angels. The other the fractal mind of mechanical elves. A carnival ride into a slanted room of mirrors where seekers are seen forever looking for the self. Jesus, the pristine, forgotten upon a restless throne rehearsing parchment lines for the final scene... The immaculate firefly, forever gently guiding the faithful along the long-ragged path back home.