Explosion: Implosion

This post is somewhat different now that Tim has compiled all the explosions into one. I basically took the explosions from my original poem and then stole lines from all of them, thereby imploding the explosion. I have no idea how you would format THAT. Feel free to re-explode it, or just think of it as another experiment in writing.

RUN

Run
As far and as fast as you can towards treasure at rainbows ends or
Golden discord apples thrown through forest umber shadows, down rabbit holes
Where Alice lost and found and lost and found and dreamed acid looking glass dreams
Of smoke swirling up colliding with ceiling fans which fling strands wedding-rice-like
Not towards something, but away from this stagnant pool under lilies the water dies
Like echoes in canyons (poor Echo, I weep for her and she is ungrateful, returning
My tears mocking while the ghosts of lever leapt smile, thinking the stones
Have learned to cry)
Run
Fast and grab something, anything sharp to rend reality's fabric or
Take nothing but the shattered splattered sunlight in your cacophonous jungle hair
And the stubborn sand that stains the soles of your beach dancing bare feet in summer
Hopeful where the unknown beckons tripping skipping slipping you follow
Incongruous footprints trailing behind you like ants with green leaf sails drifting across
Dusty seas boats follow the ends of the earth (Sinking below the horizon
I almost remember when the world was a disc and beyond the harlot rouged waters.
There are dragons)
Run
Into fields of thunder and lightening naked to feel rain lashes on skin or
Stripped to nothing hoping electric amber sky light strikes and singes to illuminate
You like manuscripts where beasts make lovers of women and flowers woven
Into virginal bouquets thrown to the hopeful then tossed penitently into graves covered
By Adam's dust watered by river Lethe waters that glimmer gifts of souls ans
Coins from dead eyes (And I wonder if the payment for eternity has increased over time,
paired coins no longer promises enough and must we pay in gold ingots, or will
Voided checks suffice)
Run
Chastely passed through death and returned, transcending sin or
Never return at all stay lost weaving endlessly through warp and woof, spaces between
Crowds of strangers stare blankly reflecting time like mirrors in empty houses reflect
Dust spinning in moon light streams through fractured fractal windows curtains blowing
Sudden breezes sweep salt across abandoned floors like so many old receipts
Pasted in scrapbooks (carefully kept, but my lover deserted me anyways, leaving gentle
Paper trail traces of each movie concert play meal intertwined mementos, but
I don't remember)
Run
You can call me Eurydice shout it out or
Whisper the wind steals the words away
You won't look back
You promise
And I won't follow