Who Are We At Our Core

An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds, scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant, who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum, skirt recklessly around bogus symbol moiety, peer behind the squalid limp sodden hedge, mock myopic moribund mist upon boundary busting dawn chimera, sneer at synthetic spectrum stretch an irritating tidal wave surfeit, cerulean fabric‘s milky way escapist plot, in a perilous quest for that eternal tape loop mantra, the synaptic heart of that vainglorious horizon, self-knowledge under charcoal moon and silver beam veneer, or feral waste rapid fire contagion set ablaze, the indecisive day glow dither on the margins, of fly weight feeble frantic dash, that velvet shadow treason daubed pettifog, known as tangential wanton cobweb fester creed, the mind a bloated ripple vortex numbing in its scope, golden stream mirage but faux fur glib concoction, against the banal backdrop of complex-ridden superficial eddy, from floral garland poseur stricken en train, some Vox pop indignation mere shrinking violet showcase waver, such blur-hued truth has this dastardly demonic derailment, that I brush aside as spiteful oxalic sting repost, that deceptive mint green forest of chameleon cant, sly nuanced molten maple syrup spoon-feed hint, from out of kilter rainbow tree pierced otherworld, unseen yet bliss-vase dream garden of firm outlook, not just from isolated enigmatic individual script, such as torrid turbulence or mindless scattered rim shot, when convention can be altered in exotic prose, human zeitgeist has this far too often penchant, for silkworm rapt effervescent double speak, whilst plain unvarnished uplifting utterance, resides within the deep crystal spring well, of us torch aloft emerald earthling sages, please augment the rock buttress stark phrase, congenital in its immunity from decay or tarnish, whose bluntness is a transforming carrier pigeon, devoid of muted grey cloud blind waffle, aromatic sprig to giant spasm of bold pluck, monumental plight of our indigenous planet, frightened cliques, hidebound yes men who yearn, to swim the azure sunlit gulf of august freedom, to that Eden where lucid tongues herald pristine witness, where values at the centre of our being should flourish, let the lustrous pearl of clutter free infant wisdom, be that anchor of the universal majesty hankered after