The Year is 2020

...and my how truly flying and intergalactic we are? or are we?...

Variance and effective striations... gilded words?
(a wit ever feeding)?
No caustic abrasion incisions and bleeding
Leap wildly jasmine terse collapses indefinitely...a Poetic?
(on golden wings of sun we ride)
No thrashing dendrites of nerves and veins cleaved aside
Dancing surreptitiously benumbed by satiny lavender light cascade... Ahhh the morning hour garden?
(ahh to not survey such peace, a certain vanity)
No vapid plasma astringent antibiotic slurry all
over mind body and sanity
Cover the dark chimera and expose
your soul for knowledge...
to read fantasy literature is to know fiction?
(the theater workshop?)
No melting consciousness a wolf rasping
traumatizing your little muffy
loved pet screaming as to get away it doesn't walk but hops
Cream subtle taupe the music near the voice of ones ear...
of course at last a classical symphony solace?
(the live philharmonic performance)
No devolved atavistic alien embryos squeal satanic verses as
carving out the inner ear drum pain trance
Epitome of making a night jaunt to different
shades of the unreal...a lovely night stroll in a park?
(amongst the trees a simple flashlight and
the world is still ours to have)
No draconian groups of categories unspeakable strike and cause necrosis as legions of evils morbid torture stab
Well then why didn't you just say so, same here, see ya round,
don't go further than the zone hypra nuclear
regulation boundaries of your city