Shades of neon incandescent colors strobe in symphonic beat as blasting rays of surrealistic overgrowth block my sight of reality impeding comprehension with sweet sticky stems blowing my mind to crawling vertical heights flying skyward into the melting sun as my essence is landlocked in anonymity while canes of acid glitter rock pick fluorescent pastels and passionate teals with both burning ends devouring my culture and song while the minstrel sings the executioner’s call on a gallows made of psychedelic bamboo.