At the Speed of Thought, Part 3

Part 3 in a series of experimental poems, written "at the speed of thought."

stunned by the break of atmospheric

wilderstars I shed chaotic leaves,

in a breathless spiral tunnel that

weaves infinitely

through time and spaceways

stardusted spice and magnetic

    thoughts, tumbling

telling messages in foreign

code that may be illegible,

but is easily transoticized.

interdimensional doorways are

constantly locking, and I fear I

have no access, without breaking glass,

so I stand between them, unmoving,

casting violet shadows in red hazes,

that fly across amber deserts.

does she see the windows between us?

glass fractals bending elements into untrue

thoughts at desert dawn?  I feel as

if I am alone, carving pathways

     into sand, as armies of night vultures

        surround my empty fear corpse,

ready to strip me

of an identity

face.

Author's Note

Captcha: somewhy (I swear, it's as if these captchas are talking to us...how do they know??!?!?!?)