Paradox.

What are those theories again?

That slow them down to a mellow standstill.

Of hopeless dreams, and countless memories

Breathing down upon exhilarating darkness,

Casting light on the wrong shadow

And making sure the cake remains unbaked.

Where has the music disappeared?

The slow rhythmic nonsense that spledoured

With brilliant hues of scarlet and plum

And dancing fairies who can still hear it play!

Neutralising the nausea of ecstasy while paying tribute to agony

We sink again to limitless boundaries.

Why do we find action in stagnation?

The vivid blur of activity drowned in sharpness

When the telephone rings to engage

And to engage we need a diamond ring

Sparkling, blinding, overbearing emptiness

Rekindling the master candle to reprieve light.

Where are we now?

Hovering on the tips of the deepest sea

Walking along the forbidden path onto a reverie

Or are we truly on the road to sublime three-sixty

Breaking apart the hollows of suzerainty

Or the zenith of servitude?