Status in Perspective

Purple's deep blue

And red's demising orange

Webs upon spire, round through up and round

Complex in towering lounging lunge 

Grey's in deform down toward down ground

For the distance

In vast instance

Conquer the circumstance

In clarity I seize 

Brick's a tundra toward spruce sigh

Sty along pain, I steal in asymmetry 

Clashes an impasse  

When await a plate 

The strong scent of ritualistic delight 

Overcomes with

Seeds of an apple, wholesome; and so pure

Children of a victim, slide down emit able burr 

Bite by piece in chew alight 

Sick on intake, blight upon sight

Autobiography in absent isolation 

Atop an array of iron insulin 

Alibi to matte metalloid men

A thought within silence of all  which fallen

Stencil traces impose an imposture as an amateur  

Chime an ingesting prick the fine chill split splint in our spine 

Two humans adjoined by the hip throw an equally opposite perspective to a tinder 

Black grey concrete offset by desolate smokes in space

Decollate reason from fable. Emotion inflicted from emptiness or is it sorrow?

I know not which, as I, the oversized wolf spider 

Struggles to crawl, up from out a narrow yet tall crystal glass

I suddenly cry drowned in cider

Web of descent plundered by an opposing opposite force 

Lifted by the fruits juice and back down again by the swallow of destiny's grim 

Higher I stagger, seeing my former figure 

Silhouetting toward the green observer with a rather large static white orifice

An autobiography about a man with love on mind

A unicorn icon grazing on sand

Lifeless landscape with a fly on mind

Canny eyes, they many fool as see caution fan

And a pint of nothing ready in feeding kind

Find that I find that it's impossible to see twice

I find that it's impossible to boycott competition 

I find betrayal in bad company, I destroy thrice

The pain in which I strain upon rocks splintering farce

I'm nice, the other yang to yin, though yin a cheat

I find that these scavenging mice are easy to train

And that I'm alone in a large mine field with allies in far away view

It's always the way it is and optimism yet still is able to guide to the least of frozen run

A pan around a sad frozen man

Held in place mid-back foot strike and forefront foot arise

At dusk's sunrise stuck on orange desolate aged concrete desert 

Happy with sorrow. Ever struck with imaginative vision

Unheard and unseen but relaxed in quicksand

Torn away from the long haul

I'm staying afloat, but that is all; as is in all lat slew 

Author's Note

Mixed poem structure with my own style. Trying to create a new type of flow in thought and imagination. Think of it like cubist poetry. Many perspectives of a particular circumstance mashed together to create a unique and recognizable portrait.