An Alchemist's Symphony

It's time I lose my mind for the second last time.
Light and dark intuitions emulate lunar cycles.
A glass reflects in the sun, contemplating the irony of the rainbow.
A ceiling of clouds hovers in unison.
Humbling slopes fool the eye with a game of depth charade.
King of the castle, at least for a while longer.
Instincts fade with every crashing wave.
Calloused feet have grown foreign to me.
Time escaped and has disappeared into the night.
Radios re-wired with empathy blare the soundtrack of ancestors passed.
A broken antenna can serve a thousand purposes.
La vie est de toutes les couleurs.
Falling behind ambitious times; the most beautiful alignment of stars.
Waiting until 11:11 for good fortunes to come knock at the door; the minute always cops out. Sutures and smelling salts, tongue depressors and straw stretchers.
How do you feel about the earth lying on its death bed?