I was back on the streets of bad dreams.
Walking across the pale sleepless moonbeams.
A jolt from a bolt streaking through mutable.
Trying to fathom the lights intangible.
A small spark full of implausibility.
Illuminating a sky of probability.
Can i transcend into the erratic vitality light.
Enabling me to gain wisdom of wonders so bright.
Plasma thoughts on wicked display distorted.
My memories effused and being horribly extorted.
Unfortunately i'm polarity star-crossed.
I'm at a diabolical lost.