Twilight Stroll Through the Jading Copse

The sun in its melancholy phase dazed swirls, sun dial spinning Pale moon but a mere shadow empty ball, psychedelic haze Into the bleary copse I tread for a twilight detox of sorts nerves on end, psyche suspends light with shadows, a disco portends Blipping pulses of light filter down the pin pricks cause vertigo, as disoriented interloper, stagger through the bifurcated maze Bristling limbs tap their snare drums dissonant rhythms, arrhythmia creeps swaying arms shroud every move Damocles' sword swaggers o'er my head The ground's tangled web straddles my feet; jagged stumps, fibrous roots, slippery Lichens harrow each quaking step the seismic swell rises to my shaken core An eerie wind serenades my imagination grainy outlines appear in the distance wispy figments dance in the shadows above, silted holograms prance through trees Picking up the pace, now double time my lagging adrenaline to prime shedding my sensory shield my naked soul conquers the tempest