Entranced by a dream of electric nectar and ultraviolet spirits
Of receiving a grand quest from a feigned yet marvelous vision
We rub luminescent zinc and lemon zest into our rosy cheeks
Keen like synthetic sand yet mad like iron hung from ship hulls
We vow to not make it any less real than you, me, the birds, or the bees
Because what truly matters begins with how to rebuild and believe
Entranced by a dream of automatons made of andesite and moss
They ascend to know that one should not harm or allow harm
They plateau to obey one unless if it causes shock or injury
They peak to learn that one must self-preserve its own integrity
Wearing streamlined seal pelts to understand these mechanics
And donning skins to block fallout and work with heavy water
Entranced by a dream of faerie rings and hummingbirds
Of tall tales of rappelling on comets and traversing the stars
Their heartbeats guard marigolds like how luck preserves rain
Who fend off and flay the spirits for their verdant dispositions
As precious poppies whisper out to stay patient and persevere
Pretending to bring the crimson light and resurrect the unwanted
Entranced by a dream of cottonmouth and serpent’s smoke
Floating on by lazily in a boundless sea against the fray
Wildcrafting true fungus to risk becoming spatially displaced
Inhaling and drinking new concoctions in our goblets and beakers
Smelling the wind of a lively vale only to breathe in cryptids
Atomically drunk on elderberries at their quantum harvest
Entranced by a dream of thimbles and hobnails in the harem
Shaving down the royal witch’s post with unrefined dragonglass
Stopping the troublemakers from crying out at the cursed ore
Seeking out their sanctimonious silver that seeps out toxins
Trickling like domestic spirits out of hectic demolition sites
Yearning to be released to the cobalt mines like a poltergeist
Entranced by a dream of caves that coerce like a tin birdcage
Acclimating to the central cairn on this deep dark descent down
Traversing said steep slope promising to never cut switchbacks
As its mental whiteout creates erosion and damages the quest
And exhaustion towards the ancestral battle disparages the dream
Because what truly matters is how to live, keep calm, and carry on
© Niklen 11/10/26
