Solstice, a balmy summer reverie Painted by secreting watercolor filled syringes Flowing doses of vivacious antidotes have been carefully webbed tightly to the tiny rings and pings sung by the now cellophane hairs captive of oneβs inner ears Nonchalantly breathing into useless feeble minds Tenacious thoughts now traveling at the speed of light rupturing eggshell craniums A staggering yet haltering cogitation silently seeps through the dark self condemned asylum as if it was awaiting the bargained price. Sound proof simplicity , a temporary lobotomy Everything is still, bliss, and untrue Vortexed by images portraying perpetually uncomplexed inhabitants While foam slowly oozes from any unfilled cavity Rubber, fraying, faulted tubes filled with foreign ideas now escape itβs once fleshy coffin Time lapses while tucking in bedside lies to the shape of a familiar casted shadow Who will you be when it strikes for you