Mechanized zombies with peas for brains,
Waddle in this iridescent planetary conservatory,
Toddle, rather, wandering through deviant roads,
Where regulatory disturbances couldn’t be
Heard or known when they hadn’t roamed
Then gained the present of experience,
Despondently wishing garish pathways
Became evident to sight, to regale, instead.



Taunting nebulaic dreams
Nomadically ricochet
Nosily inside seams.
Gallows in projections
Construct billows
Gently wisping
Wallows of tortured
Love rowed towards
The maintenance of hope.