An Alchemy of a Static Dream

It all seems like an other worldly scene;

a slumber serene,

Wherein—existence merges into quivering gleams

And every now and then,

'T's the palm found wanting with nothing fitting in between.

Thro' and thro, therein,

There's a never ending spiel of a flowing film, steadily rising unto this stoic stream;

And trancing upon mighty pulses; it reels unendingly o'er the timed machines

Yea, it's like a hoodwink's diem,

Beguiled over strange occurrences as though to mesmerize the entire scene;

Much like a floated feign,

It’s static in a staged situation, quite outside the daily routine

This here to thusly make,

an entire new crusade of cascading doctrines

Thence, as muted winds flee away unseen,

There’s something that emerges unexpectedly behind those fathomed walls of boundless beams

Yea, like a reigning regime stretching out long,

yet accustomed to being—nearly-partially-phenomenally, imagined !

From all that then, remembered as such a thing;

for all it's lucidity, it so ardently proposes to ultimately bring

A finality to 'waken senses—under the thunder-clapped strings

Those shimmers of crystalline gleams —therein, there's a cogent thought, flash floating across an aqueous matter to cuddle it's own brains and heeding to view a distantly casted scheme..

Yeah it's all happening in an Alchemy of a Static Dream!

Pretty germinal to unravel the unseen mien!

© A Madhu Goteti,April 14 th, 2022,