The Journey of Perceptions Edge

Colors flashed, the hourglass lamp grew 20 eyes.
A lifeless quintet penetrated the dust that flowed silently to arise.
The walls savagely closed in on a Van Gogh landscape.
Sari wearing businessmen exploded through my door holding a rising red tape.
They eased the tape into my hands, they egged me to press play.
My fingertips slipped through the holes of the tape, pulsating and vibrating to blow through the fabric of existence.
A vortex opened sending the entirety of my room swerving sideways into a void which fell backwards at light speed.

I opened my eyes and darkness was all that remained, I ran in place, getting not a trace of light.
A symphony echoed in the near distance, the blackness began taking shapes, a pyramid rumbled the ground and bust straight through.

A static tantrum progressed through the void.
Suddenly I stood in front of a temple that creaked like a cricket.
Things gravitated upward while the wind pushed me ever so fast.
There stood a wrinkled old man who looked up at me and kindly said “Nothing is meant to last.”

Questions run down the line of a grand piano threshold, harmonizing the underground vision that tortures your lovely star mold.

The ground became blurry with black and white stripes sucking time and space into the heart of the continuously beating human race. 
A little girls hands became my own.
The rippling sky fire played my home.
The ground seemed familiar yet out of place, I held tight to a vanilla orchid as time flashed at a fast forwarding slideshow pace.

I died and was born again, this repeated twice, suddenly the fabric of time began to bend.
A million images raced by my eyes, all colliding in a stagnate smoke.

A vanquished deer formed as a squid preaching a sonata both small and big.
Hemingway ran with the hostel desert sun frolicking in valleys of pomegranate fun.
A tadpole guitar followed Dylan, forbidding the essential perception of who’s a villain.
Fiery fantasy relics buried deep in fallout sand, faith in god undressed as an eternal helping hand.
Beethoven’s Stone roses displayed through major keys and a longing deep hypnosis.
Nothing couldn’t be.
Everything was.
Velvet sunshine angels flew, The ominous intensity grew, a concept of infinity tinted realities blue, the revolution ultimately knew the secret of knowledge and the ridiculed real you.

Raging triangles rainbows held me close with arms wide open, This rouge universe has secretly been cast out as broken.

I slipped off the edge of the towering clock that clicked and rang with the spirit of Bach.
The hours kept ticking with a miserable Tesla vibration.
Golden shape shifting spirits bring forward the shackles of my salvation.

A letter floated towards my hands with a prism script, the endless stars gathered the final piece of the void which had been ripped.
They surrounded me with an isolated love so that I may understand, then slowly peeled off the cape of illusion that concealed the promise land.

Natural air reigned while bodies of waster trickled down the tongue twisting experience that cannot be named.

Perfections dismay melted to the form of the cosmos!

I awoke in a haze back in my room but the feeling still lingered, my walls were a sunrise orange yet nothing seemed to be tinkered.

I saw the world with no expectations, the beauty that followed brought me to tears, in the human race existed love and hate, confidence and fears.
Everything was how it was meant to be.
With both eyes closed I could finally see.