Midas Touched Metallic Mind

The mobile mind of the indomitable mariner, the resolute sailor floating on the waves of life, rolling on the curled crests with splintered moon, drawn into dark agony troughs of drowned stars, spread to oblivion breaking on the shore of past. The crushed sands carve seaward footprints, designed by the crumbled contours of decay. Time arrow points to terrain beyond the shore, away from the abraded wilderness abandoned, where the chasm consumes the collapsed hopes. The weed-webbed wasteland defined deep within, piles up the washed out wreckage of life unlived. The withering garden garners metallic bleakness, as the path paved outside the familiarity fence, waits to be walked by the mesmerized wanderer to the mesmeric meadow of tantalizing tomorrow. The invented alchemy aptitude of mystic memory makes glittering gold on the rusted crust of ruins. Marigold blooms in the scrap heap of abiding hope in the Midas touched junkyard of the metallic mind. _________________ February 19, 2023 For Brian Strand's Your Choice Again Contest