Slithering, angles, winding and slow, traversing on a macadam conveyor belt, grounded and merciless. Time is considered, possibly coerced only to sneer relentlessly back through clouds of vapor and weary destinations.

Rivulets wandering on paths only known to their past; chaotic and dear with ravishing certainty. Arrival pending, souls eager for movement; interrupted by explosions of juxtaposing steel and hulking imposition.

Frightening suddenness balanced with settling calm; anticipating a glow of tunneling grace and beauty. Merriment abounds surrounded by bursts of dandelion puffs; a glistening mountain stream light and alive, scented with decades of sandalwood and jasmine.

Bright and coolness hunkers into dreams of sustenance and allure, pleading back cloaks of ambition and tarrying the morn into a lull of sedated warmth.

Bursts of neon washing waves of brushed slate metal; contrasting a backlit gloom that is congealed to a muted, unadorned precipice; that risks away oversaturated hubris into a disaffected cadence.

Pureness and wonder, dancing into jagged edges of gnawing rawness from a jaded journey; slaying dragons and languor from a somnolent arboretum.

A rosepink flush derived from a psychedelic prism; and a renewed animal heat, transforming a singular urgency to a pool of mellifluous nectar.