All the Chemists, Oh My!

Transmutational illumination allures me as I disseminate back to reality continuously.

Eerie unknown possibilities invigorate the duality of existence, jolting me back to a state of stasis, uncertain of how to ventilate.

Impossibilities experienced unmistakably as it resinates.

Perverted understandings of me-my-self, confounded by misunderstands of the perverse.

Intermingled linguistic meddling "Is" motives  explicative.

I suppose the Hedron Collider morphes into a Hadron Collider in real-time.

Convexity on repeat. terrified eternally; a bone-chilling thought. But a flux-core merger of souls into the welders hand; one wonders if it would make the fire stop?  

See this riddle I wrestle with through your eyes, only if and when properly prepared to see it's stark, frigid inescapableness in an artistic state of naive curious innocence you skilllfully navigated ur manipulative nature toward.

Take heed to my warning though, that upon this mountain of mystery turned knowledge through wisdom mislabeled understanding, I don't know what's atop, beyond that of an ended journey.

Perceive my predicament and find solemnity within, knowing that it undoubtably will return to taunt itself toward itself ever asserting the oddities of existence to the sincere seeker until the graffitied perversions fade into the next kaleidoscopeic version,

In a paradigm made to shift ever on until the multiplicity of darkness exhausts into absolute zero something-ness 

And each lie counts itself backwards reducing as a helpless slave to logic back to the only thing that there ever has been,

Before our arrogant perspectives rationalized this hell upon ourselves with these wretched, alien, counting devices.