Down the Rabbit Hole

Tumble down the rabbit hole.
Search through Wonderland,
The cavern of the unreal,
Falling deep into the colorful darkness,
A bottomless crevice,
Overflowing with the entropy
Of minds.
Formerly static structures flow smooth
As water in a river,
Swinging with the jazz,
And shape shifting in the wind.
Chilling auditory tones
Melt over waiting tongues,
And caress the gentle skin
That protects delicate convictions.

Even the constructs of time,
Bound by fundamentals of arithmetics and physics,
As mathematically consistent and dependable
As the simplest equation,
Lose order.
Reason is thrown
Into a purgatory of contradiction,
Leaving Unadulterated emotions
In alienation
To decode external stimuli.

Empty rooms fill with shadows,
Causing those who entered foolishly
To abandon hope
That the world will right itself,
That consistency will return,
And the universe will once again adhere
To the laws that once brought to it
Coherence.

Self induced psychedelic psychosis.
Sanity slips from the ledge
It was precariously settled upon,
Dazed by the senseless hysteria,
And swiftly spirals back upon itself;
Leaving in its wake
An enigma of meaningful moments
And answerless questions.

What is illusion
When minds eye
Effortlessly turns ideas into reality,
Filling mental vacancy with suppressed images?

Silhouettes of painted warriors from centuries past,
Fiendishly wielding their iron tools of war,
Fall into a trance,
And sinisterly cavort to the vibration
Of modern pulses.
Subconscious images cloud the senses
Creating a psychological fog of war
Just as questions
Of the variability of being
And cerebral lucidity
Curse the sighted with a veil
Of ambiguity.

Who am I
If my paradigms shift,
Mindsets alter effortlessly,
Core life tenants become forgotten creeds
And concepts of identity become situational?

While mirrors may reflect
The physical image of self
The glass can only feature
An external guise.
Deaf, Dumb, and Blind
To the viscera of character.
The once crisp visage of self,
Forged through years of action
And conscious inaction,
Shatters.
Causing the aloof and intrinsically rich
To seek an altar,
Beyond the reflective pool of pride,
Before he drowns in the treacherous waters
Of self worship.

What is real
When pure perception
And sensory information
Can meld with the subconscious
Into a blend of the tangible and the abstract,
The conceptual and physical
Until the two are indistinguishable?

Formless demons materialize from freed minds,
Dancing, taunting, and teasing.
Prodding the unsuspecting into eccentricity
And mania.
Night Stars shine bright enough to be heard by ears.
The sky's gentle bells conspicuously ringing
And mobile heavenly bodies bring with them
A chorus of screams,
Asking,

Why?

Why venture down the rabbit hole?
Why the red pill?
Why the rejection of yesterdays blissful ignorance?
Free from chaos.
Bound by tradition.
Predetermined by history.

Ordered.

Finally emerge from the prison of cognition,
Both burdened and uplifted
By the experience of melting realities,
And the knowledge of unstable existence,
And begin eternally cross-examining
The self prescription to go
Down the rabbit hole.