DRIVING ALL SLEEPY AND WHATNOT

The empire of photonic anomalies holds sway
And my clarity is docile in the kingdom of unending revelations.
i swoon to a Point; and there my disingenuous pavilions splay
the course of my return to a more practical redemption
should my fern gullies falter when my earnest attempts
throw a wrench in my delusions.
I cruise and continue unaVoided.
Driving all sleepy and whatnot-
Like a hairless vole tunneling sunshine
For the worms to have places-
To Go.