but i have crashed against a thousand beams of light like the tenebrious waves on an autumn afternoon wherein broken mirrors have taken for camouflage my appearance concealing my ugliness with my destined fallacy; & i have humiliated myself what with those silly calls being sipped from cranberry juice & eaten by pancakes dipped in honeydew, & stupid hopes have been begotten, bearing fruit for (worthless) endeavors which haunt my mind like a pirouette; cat moused by the clasps of a lioness in this savannah filtered by cactuses (that protrude with thorns ripping at my sides) & flailing trees (attacked by an auburn glow) & an ayurvedic greenery (in which i drown).

crying from the haven of madness, i have been captured by the four walls of what i must deem my home, where i have been raised to reach such poetic standards (perhaps, or maybe it was myself), in so blissful a silence— suffocated by the intelligence of a grizzly wolf hounded by the mirth of theta's level of dreaming; & i have wished (with all my sorry, sorry heart) to be normal, to act like a normal person; but somehow the waves spin away from me & abandon me for golden beauty so unlike my island of pandemonium, and now what have i to do except to (simply) exist in this fluttering canyon of sepia prowess wherein my cries are all ignored for naught?