Reckoning With Lifelong Despair

Which late afternoon/ early evening today adventuristic, edenic, and idyllic April 13th, 2021 pitch perfect weather serves as temporary tonic to balm away blues. Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind across infinitely wobegon open wide prairie home companion land (which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Eliot), a barren vista ravages metaphorical landscape of one measly mortal malcontent male bumping and scraping along accursed habiliment barely avoiding and dodging diabolical demons mercilessly and unrelentingly ready to seduce this somewhat sanguine Simian finds himself amidst pitfalls of tortured twisted existence racked with pinions describe bing demonic dragon filled dungeon damp, dark, demented domains – a veritable no man’s land impossible to escape no matter how fast I, a beastie boy foo fighter flees from fearful, fearsome phantasmagoric forms figments imagination seemingly real tangible as bone and flesh haunts sacred crowded house of slumber transmogrifies me into loathsome madman ranting raving senseless gibberish and sic gobbledygook perceived as metaphysically n philosophically insane as soundgarden syllabification from one wily World Wide Web wayfarer, which virtual vagabond venerates vowels and possesses means and tees to till verse akin to sorceress, who waves a magic wand rendering subject spellbound (housing bajillion words) to produce supreme sentences weaves tantalizing terrific tweed topographic tundra’s that this admirer of her artful and colorful poetic endeavors prompts me to accompany my mindscape as a thought-provoking troubadour amidst the information super byways and highways along winding labyrinths of critical thinking or simply stepping o'er rolling stones of silly rhymes without wing less reason all the while giving subtle egress into that chamber of secrets long kept shut tight to maintain that sure footed stance of solitude whose only entities happened to constitute trappings of literary lugubriousness those tombs of largesse identified as great works and masterpieces of literature yet careful to avoid complete intimacy lest that cherished solitude shattered and a heart rent asunder twin tower ring inferno imperils of loss that provide an understandable cautionary tale to the author of this rambling missive a most profoundly perceptive acute Ape man touched to the quick with a bit of angel dust aware that this agonized and angst riddled arboreal beast contents himself within confines of cyberspace!