A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON MY WAY TO ENLIGHTENMENT

I HAVE LOST MY SHADOW
                   IN A FIELD OF IMPROVISED WHISPERS
         FORGOTTEN MY NAME
                     IN THE FRAGRANCE OF POPPIES
             WHERE ORNAMENTAL SKULLS
                         ERRATICALLY ORBIT
                 LUMINOUS GARDENS
          OF FUGITIVE CLOCKS TICKING UMBER BLOSSOMS
              THROUGH SECRET WINTERS THAT BITE
THERE ARE UNSCHEDULED CHIMES ABOVE
          A MEADOW WHERE MALIGNANT TOADSTOOLS HIDE
                AMONG THE FALSE ECHOES OF ANCIENT INVOCATIONS
                       AND DISTORTED REFLECTIONS
                  FROM A RIVER STAINED BY TIME
I HAVE MARCHED DOWN STREETS
                                     OF EMBALMED MOONLIGHT
                HOWLING LIKE A MAD DOG
                               SEEKING SOME BONE OF TRUTH
                        SOME FINAL CURTAIN
                   SOME ULTIMATE DESTINATION
        FREE FROM THE SYNTHETIC OCTAVE OF DREAMS
AND I HAVE UNRAVELED THE KNITTED MASK OF YEARS
          SEARCHING FOR A WAY
                    TO RETURN TO MY GREEN DRENCHED CHILDHOOD
          YET ONLY CAUGHT OCCASIONAL GLIMPSES
                                     OF A PAST GILDED BY
                               IMAGINATION
                 IN A FOREST OF ELUSIVE TREES
THE CALENDAR HAS DEVOURED THE DECADES
          TURNED BY BEARD SILVER
                       IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE
     AS I PASSED MY LIFE SHOOTING CRAPS WITH DESTINY
                                     IN THE PURSUIT OF WORTHLESS THINGS
YET I HAVE NEVER HESITATED
                            TO THROW AWAY MY WALLET
           TO MAKE ROOM IN MY POCKETS FOR POEMS OR RAINBOWS
                   WHICH I CARRIED
                            TILL THE RAINBOWS TURNED
                                              TO TATTERED COLORS
                AND THE POEMS
                                      BECAME JUST DUST